The marshal went on: "I don't know that you're after a job, but I'm sure I need you.

There's no use hemming and hawing--I've made a cussed fool of myself this evenin', and the boys are just about going to drink up my salary for me this coming week.

I can't afford _not_ to have you my deputy because you unlimbered your gun a grain of a second before me--beat me at my own trick.

I need you--now what do you say ?" Mose took time to reply.

"I sure need a job for the winter," he admitted, "but I don't believe I want to do this." The marshal urged him to accept.