'
"'In that case,' says Tutt, 'you make yourse'f comfortable leanin'
ag'in this buildin', an' I'll project over an' see if this embroglio
can't be reeconciled a lot. Mootual apol'gies an' whiskey, looks
like, ought to reepair them dissensions easy.'
"So the Signal party leans up ag'in the front of the post-office an'
surveys his hobbles mighty melancholy, while Tutt goes over to the
Red Light to look up Texas Thompson. It ain't no time when he's
headed back with Texas an' the balance of the band.
"'Give us your hand, pard,' says Texas, a heap effoosive, as he
comes up to the Signal party; 'I learns from our common friend, Dave
Tutt, that this yere's a mistake, an' I tharfore forgives you freely
all the trouble you causes. It's over now an' plumb forgot. You're a
dead game sport, an' I shakes your hand with pride.'
"'Same yere,' says Doc Peets, also shakin' of the Signal party's
hand, which is sort o' limp an' cheerless.
"However, we rips off his hobbles, an' then the outfit steers over
to the Red Light to be regaled after all our hard work.
"'Yere's hopin' luck an' long acquaintance, stranger,' says Texas,
holdin' up his glass to the Signal party, who is likewise p'lite,
but feeble.
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