An' I'm driven to concede that the put-back work of said party is like a romance; puttin' back's his speshulty.

His left hand would sort o' settle as light as a dead leaf over the kyard he's after that a-way--not a tenth part of a second--an' that pasteboard would come along, palmed, an' as his hand floats over the box as he's goin' to make the next turn the kyard would reassoome its cunnin' place inside.

An' all as smoothly serene as pray'r meetin's.' "'An', nacherally, you denounces this felon,' says Colonel Sterett, who's come in an' who's integrity is of the active sort.
"'Nacherally, I don't say a word,' retorts Cherokee.

'I ain't for years inhabited these roode an' sand-blown regions, remote as they be from best ideals an' high examples of the East, not to long before have learned the excellence of that maxim about lettin' every man kill his own snakes.

I says nothin'; I merely looks about to locate the victim of them machinations with a view of goin' ag'inst his play.' "It's when Cherokee arrives at this place in his recitals that Dave evolves his interruptions.