As for my game: thar's a member of my fam'ly escapes this mornin'-- comes streamin' over yere, I onderstands--an' I'm in the saddle tryin' to round her up.

Gents,' concloods old Glegg, an' he displays emotion, 'I'm simply a harassed parent on the trail of his errant offspring.' "Then Enright makes old Glegg a long, soft talk, an' seeks to imboo him with ca'mness.

He relates how Abby an' the pinfeather sport dotes on each other; an' counsels old Glegg not to come pesterin' about with roode objections to the weddin'.
"'Which I says this as your friend,' remarks Enright.
"'It's as the scripter says,' replies old Glegg, who's mollified a lot, 'it's as the good book says: A soft answer turneth away wrath; but more speshully when the opp'sition's got your guns.

I begins to see things different.

Still, I hates to lose my Abby that a-way.