They entertains too high a regyard for each other to take to pawin' about pugnacious, verbal or otherwise.
"The Colonel's information is as wide flung as a buzzard's wing.
Thar's mighty few mysteries he ain't authorised to eloocidate.

An' from time to time, accordin' as the Colonel's more or less in licker, he enlightens Wolfville on a multitoode of topics.

Which the Colonel is a profound eddicational innocence; that's whatever! "It's one evenin' an' the moon is swingin' high in the bloo-black heavens an' looks like a gold doorknob to the portals of the eternal beyond.

Texas Thompson fixes his eyes tharon, meditative an' pensive, an' then he wonders: "'Do you-all reckon, now, that folks is livin' up thar ?' "'Whatever do you think yourse'f, Colonel ?' says Enright, passin' the conundrum over to the editor of the _Coyote_.

'Do you think thar's folks on the moon ?' "'Do I think thar's folks on the moon ?' repeats the Colonel as ca'mly confident as a club flush.