Black
Jack feels thar's news in the air an' promotes the nose-paint
without s'licitation. Enright freights his glass an' then says:
"'You-all hears of the noomerous stage robberies? Well, Wolfville
lose ag'in. I, myse'f, this trip am put in the hole partic'lar. If I
onderstands the drift of my own private affairs, thar's over forty
thousand dollars of mine on the stage, bein' what balance is doo me
from that last bunch of cattle. It's mighty likely though she's in
drafts that a-way: an' I jest dispatches one of my best riders with
a lead hoss to scatter over to Tucson an' wire informations east, to
freeze onto that money ontil further tidin's; said drafts, if sech
thar be, havin' got into the hands of these yere diligent hold-ups
aforesaid.'
"'Forty thousand dollars!' remarks Cherokee. 'Which that is a jolt
for shore!'
"'It shorely shows the oncertainties of things,' says Enright, ag'in
referrin' to his glass. 'I'm in the very act of congratulatin'
myse'f, mental, that this yere is the best season I ever sees, when
a party rides in from the first stage station towards Tucson, with
the tale. It's shore a paradox; it's a case where the more I win,
the more I lose. However, I'm on the trail of Jack Moore; a
conference with Jack is what I needs right now.
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