After that if I ain't there you'll know I can't make it.

But I think I'll make it." They looks at each other and they looks at me, and then they go off a little piece and talk low, and then the doctor says to me: "Rube," he says, "I don't know how you can work anything on us that hasn't been worked already.

We've got nothing more we can lose.

You go to it, Rube." And they started off.
So I went over town.

Jake Smith was setting on the piazza in front of his hotel, chawing and spitting tobacco, with his feet agin the railing like he always done, and one of his eyes squinched up and his hat over the other one.
"Jake," I says, "where's that there doctor ?" Jake, he spit careful afore he answered, and he pulled his long, scraggly moustache careful, and he squinched his eyes at me.