The sheriff pointed to the rope and saw, and choked, spluttering inarticulate noises.
Mr.Johnson suspended dressing operations and patted him on the back.
"There, there!" he crooned benevolently.

"Take it easy.

What's the trouble?
I hate to see you all worked up like this, for you was sure mighty white to me yesterday.

Nicest jail I ever was in.

But there was a thundering racket downstairs last night.