Jake was a careful man in everything he done.
"I dunno, Danny," he says.

"Why ?" "Well," I says, "Hank sent me over to get that wagon and them hosses of theirn and finish that job." "That there wagon," says Jake, "is in my barn, with Si Emery watching her, and she has got to stay there till the law lets her loose." I figgered to myself Jake could use that team and wagon in his business, and was going to buy her cheap offn the town, what share of her he didn't figger he owned already.
"Why, Jake," I says, "I hope they ain't been no trouble of no kind that has drug the law into your barn!" "Well, Danny," he says, "they HAS been a little trouble.

But it's about over, now, I guess.

And that there outfit belongs to the town now." "You don't say so!" says I, surprised-like.

"When I seen them men last night it looked to me like they was too fine dressed to be honest." "I don't think they be, Danny," says Jake, confidential.