Them fellows make me tired!" Pete made a pretext of thirst and brought a bucket for water from the spring, crooking a finger at Jackson Carr to follow.

Carr found him seated at the spring, shaking with laughter.
"Jack, he's all there--your boy! Couldn't any judge size it up better." "Frame-up, then ?" "Sure! That part's all right." "I see you wasn't much taken aback." "No.

We was expectin' something like that and had discounted it.

I'm just as well pleased Stan's in jail just now, and I'm goin' to leave him there a spell.

Safer there.