The old gent an' that maiden fa'r has got him between 'em, an' onless we opens up Wolfville as a refooge, it looks like they'll cross-lift him into the promised land.' "But to go back to Dave." Here my old friend paused and called for refreshments.

I seized the advantage of his silence over a glass of peach and honey, to suggest an eagerness for the finale of the Tucson love match.
"No," responded my frosty friend, setting down his glass, "we'll pursoo the queernesses of Dave.

That Tucson elopement 'is another story a heap,' as some wise maverick says some'ers, an' I'll onload it on you on some other day.
"When Dave evolves the cadencies in the Red Light that evenin', thar's Enright, Moore an' me along with Dan Boggs, bein' entertained by hearin' Cherokee Hall tell us about a brace game he gets ag'inst in Las Vegas one time.
"'This deadfall--this brace I'm mentionin',' says Cherokee, 'is over on the Plaza.

Of course, I calls this crooked game a "brace" in speakin' tharof to you-all sports who ain't really gamblers none.

That's to be p'lite.