And it was when I told Warfield I was afraid she might set folks talking that he began to get cold feet.

Up to then everything was lovely, but Warfield began to crawfish a little.

We figured--_we_ figured, emphasize the _we_, folks,--that the Quirt would have to be put outa business.

We knew if the girl told Brit and Frank, they'd maybe get the nerve to try and pin something on us.

We've stole 'em blind for years, and they wouldn't cry if we got hung.