Rankin had packed a lot of dress suits in one of my trunks--evidently he thought Montana was some sort of house-party--and I wanted to build a surprise for the good people at King's.

I wanted the boys to use those suits to the best advantage.
At first they hung back.

They didn't much like the idea of wearing borrowed clothes--which attitude I respected, but felt bound to overrule.
I told them it was no worse than borrowing guns, which a lot of them were doing.

In the end my oratory was rewarded as it deserved; it was decided that, as even my capacious trunks couldn't be expected to hold thirty dress suits, part of the crowd should ride in full regalia.

I might "tog up" as many as possible, and said "togged" men must lend their guns to the others; for every man of the "reals" insisted on wearing a gun dangling over each hip.
So I went down into my trunks, and disinterred four dress suits and three Tuxedos, together with all the appurtenances thereto.