We--certainly--have!" "We got till noon to-morrow to be outa the county," croaked Jack dear, shifting his Adam's apple rapidly.

"And that's real comedy, ain't it, when your damn county runs clean over to the Utah line, and we can't go back the way we come, or--and we can't go anywhere till this big slob here puts our car together.

He's got pieces of it strung from here around the block.
Say, what kinda town is this you wished on to us, anyway?
Holding night court, mind you, so they could can us quicker!" The show lady must have seen how dazed Casey looked.

"Maybe you ain't heard the horrible deal they handed us, Mister.

They stopped our show before we'd raised the curtain,--and it was a seventy-five dollar house if it was a cent!" she wailed.