"It's the second night, an' Hamilton concloods he'll see about it
some. He comes into the Colonel's joint, ca'm an' considerate, an'
gives it out thar's goin' to be trouble if the Colonel don't close
his game or play in his own fiddlers.
"'Which if you-all don't close your game or hunt out your own
music,' says Hamilton, 'I'm mighty likely to get my six-shooter an'
close it for you.'
"'See yere,' says my Colonel--which he's shore been learnin' since I
parts with him on the Canadian--'the first hold-up who comes foolin'
'round to break up a baile of mine, I'll shorely make him hard to
find. What business you got fillin' up my place with your melodies?
You rolls your tunes in yere like you owns the ranch; an' then you
comes curvin' over an' talks of a gun-play 'cause, instead of layin'
for you for that you disturbs my peace with them harmonies, I'm that
good-nachered I yields the p'int an' dances to 'em. You-all pull
your freight,' says the Colonel, 'or I'll fill you full of lead.'
"This argument of the Colonel's dazzles Hamilton to that degree he
don't know whether he's got the high hand or not. He thinks a
minute, an' then p'ints over to the Red Light for Enright an' Doc
Peets.
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