Then he passed one over to me.
"What's that for ?" I asks.
"For you," says he.
"My commission ain't that much," I objects.
"You've earned it," says he, "and you might have skipped with the whole wad." "How did you know I wouldn't ?" I asks.
"Well," says he, and I noted that jag of his had flew.

"You see, I was behind that rock up there, and I had you covered." I saw; and I began to feel better about bein' so tur'ble conscientious.
We walked a little ways without sayin' nothin'.
"But ain't you goin' to join the game ?" I asks.
"Guess not," says he, jinglin' of his gold.

"I'm satisfied." "But if you don't get a wiggle on you, you are sure goin' to get left on those gold claims," says I.
"There ain't no gold claims," says he.
"But Henry Smith--" I cries.
"There ain't no Henry Smith," says he.
I let that soak in about six inches.
"But there's a Buck Canon," I pleads.

"Please say there's a Buck Canon." "Oh, yes, there's a Buck Canon," he allows.

"Nice limestone formation--make good hard water." "Well, you're a marvel," says I.
We walked together down to Dutchy's saloon.
We stopped outside.
"Now," says he, "I'm goin' to take one of those hosses and go somewheres else.