Toole was a smart man.
Toole and the Colonel left Miss Sally's with the attorney well pleased, and his enigmatic smile rested on his face as he led the Colonel to his office.

He handed him a chair, and made him take a cigar, and then turned and faced him.
"Now," he said, "what are you going to do with those what-do-you-call-'ems ?" "Them fire-extinguishers ?" said the Colonel, licking the cigar around and around before lighting it.

"Well, I ain't had much time to think that over yet.

A feller can't decide on a thing like that all at once.
It ain't likely no one in Kilo would buy a fire-extinguisher like them, all nickel-plated, if they had their senses about 'em.

'Twouldn't be natural.