You can trust us for the proper play; since we
buries Jack King, obsequies is our long suit.'
"The little Sue girl struggles through somehow, an' has her nerve
with her. The funeral, you bet, is right. This time we ropes in a
preacher belongin' to some deep-water outfit over in Tucson. He
somehow is strayed, an' happens along our way, an' we gets him
squar' in the door. He jumps in an' gives them ceremonies a
scientific whirl as ain't possible nohow to amatures. All 'round we
wouldn't have put on more dog if we'd been plantin' Enright; all of
course on the little Sue girl's account. Next day the outfit goes
over to find out whatever she allows to do.
"'You sees, Miss; says Enright, 'anythin' you says, goes. Not
waitin' to learn its name, even, I'm directed to state as how the
camp backs your play an' makes good.'
"'I'm allowin' to go to the States,' says the girl, 'an' I'm
obleeged to you.'
"'We was hopin',' says Enright, 'as you'd stay yere. We-alls sorter
figgers you'd teach us a school. Of course thar ain't no papooses
yet, but as a forced play we arranges to borrow a small herd from
Tombstone, an' can do it too easy. Then, ag'in, a night-school would
hit our needs right; say one night a week.
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