I'm goin' along with you.

There's watermelons near there--" "You _are loco_!" "Not yet," said his friend.

"I only meant to point out that the best melons these embalmed Greasers raise in their little tablecloth farmin' operations is right down there in the valley at the foot of the Sacramentos.

Now, you may have noticed that sometimes a fellow ought to cover up his tracks.

What's to hinder you and me just takin' a little _pasear_ down in toward the Sacramentos, on the southeast side, after a load of melons?
They're better than cactus for the boys here.
That's straight merchandisin', and, besides, it's Art.