K. restauraw an' learns what
for a banquet she can rustle an' go the limit. Pendin' the return of
Peets an' Boggs I allows the balance of this devoted band better
imbibe some. Barkeep, sort out some bottles.'
"The committee comes back after a little, an' allows Missis Rucker
reports herse'f shy on viands on account of the freighters bein'
back'ard comin' in.
"'But,' says Peets, 'she's upholstered to make a strong play on salt
hoss an' baked beans, with coffee an' biscuits for games on the
side.'
"'That's good enough for a dog,' says Jack Moore, 'to say nothin' of
mere people. Any gent who thinks he wants more is the effect victim
of whims.'
"While we-alls is discussin' the ground plans for this yere feast,
thar's a clatter of pony-hoofs an' a wild yell outside, an' next
thar's a big, shaggy-lookin' vagrant, a-settin' on his hoss in front
of the Red Light's door.
"'Get an axe, somebody,' he shouts, 'an' widen this yere portal
some. I aims to come in on my hoss.'
"`Hands up, thar!' says Jack Moore, reachin' for his six-shooter.
'Hands up! I'll jest fool you up about comin' in on your hoss. You
work in one wink too many now, an' I puts a hole in your face right
over the eye.
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