'
"'Go slow, Jack,' says Enright. 'Who may you-all be?' he goes on to
the locoed man on the hoss.
"'Me?' says the locoed man. 'I'm Red Dog Bill. Tell that sot,' he
continues, p'intin' at Jack, ' to put down his gun an' not offer it
at me no more. He's a heap too vivid with that weepon. Only I'm a
white-winged harbinger of peace, I shore ups an' makes him eat the
muzzle offen it.'
"'Well, whatever be you thirstin' for, anyhow?' says Enright. 'You
comes ridin' in yere like you ain't got no regards for nothin'. Is
this a friendly call, or be you present on a theery that you runs
the town?'
"'I'm the Red Dog committee on invitations,' he says. 'Red Dog sends
its comps, an' asks Wolfville to bury the hatchet for one day in
honor of to-morrow bein' Thanksgivin', an' come feed with us.'
"'Let's go him,' says Dan Boggs.
"'Now stand your hand a second,' says Enright, 'don't let's overlook
no bets. Whatever has you Red Dog hold-ups got to eat, anyhow?'
"'Ain't got nothin' to eat much--maybe some can stuff--what you-alls
calls air-tights,' says the Red Dog man. 'But we has liquid, no
limit.'
"'Got any can tomatters?' says Boggs.
"'Can tomatters we-alls is 'speshul strong on,' says the Red Dog
man.
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