He's so inconsiderate.
"He used to give me the key of the jail to keep while he'd go over to Barnes' to fight roosters or to play poker, and one day I lost it.
He raised an awful fuss, and even Botts was down on me because they couldn't keep the boys out, and they used to come in and tickle Botts with straws while he was sleepin' in his cell.

I believe they expect Murphy back day after to-morrow, but I know mighty well I'm not goin' to have much satisfaction when he does come.

He'll find some excuse for shufflin' me out 'bout as soon as I get stowed away in my old quarters.

If he does, I've got a notion to lock him out some night and run the jail myself for a while, so's I kin have some peace.

There's such a thing as carryin' abuses a little too far.