'It's where we-alls lives at; can tomatters is.'
"'I tells you what you-all do,' says Enright, 'an' when I speaks, I
represents for this yere camp.'
"'Which he shore does,' says Jack. 'He's the Big Gray Wolf yere, you
can gamble. If he don't say "go slow" when you comes a-yellin' up,
your remains would a-been coverin' half an acre right now. It would
look like it's beef-day at this yere agency, shore.'
"'You-all go back to Red Dog,' says Enright, payin' no notice to
Jack's interruptions, 'an' tell 'em we plants the war-axe for one
day, an' to come over an' smoke ponies with us, instead of we-alls
come thar. We're goin' to have baked beans an' salt hoss, an' we
looks for Red Dog in a body. Next Thanksgivin' we eats in Red Dog.
Does this yere go?'
"`It goes,' says the Red Dog gent; 'but be you-alls shore thar's
s'fficient whiskey in your camp? Red Dog folks is a dry an' burnin'
outfit an' is due to need a heap.'
"'The liquid's all right,' says Boggs. 'If you alls wants to do
yourse'f proud, freight in a hundred-weight of them can tomatters.
Which we runs out entire.'
The next day Missis Rucker sets tables all over her dinin'-room an'
brings on her beans.
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