Sligh and Mr. Rufus Raimes, rancher."
The Commissioner duly acknowledged the introduction, standing to receive
the strangers with due courtesy.
"Now, Jedge, I want to see yer Chief of Police. I've got a case for
him."
"I have the honor to be the Commissioner. What can I do for you?"
"Waal, Jedge, we don't want to waste no time, neither yours nor ours.
The fact is some of yer blank blank Indians have been rustlin' hosses
from us fer some time back. We don't mind a cayuse now and then, but
when it comes to a hull bunch of vallable hosses there's where we kick
and we ain't goin' to stand fer it. And we want them hosses re-stored.
And what's more, we want them blank blank copper snakes strung up."
"How many horses have you lost?"
"How many? Jeerupiter! Thirty or forty fer all I know, they've been
rustlin' 'em for a year back."
"Why didn't you report before?"
"Why we thought we'd git 'em ourselves, and if we had we wouldn't 'a
troubled yuh--and I guess they wouldn't 'a troubled us much longer. But
they are so slick--so blank slick!"
"Mr. Cadwaller, we don't allow any profanity in this court room," said
the Commissioner in a quiet voice.
"Eh? Who's givin' yuh profanity? I don't mean no profanity. I'm talkin'
about them blank blank--"
"Stop, Mr. Cadwaller!" said the Commissioner.
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