' An' it shorely
does.
"This pony makes Jack's play plenty simple; all he does now is to
sa'nter 'round the pony casooal like an' lay for Pinon Bill.
"Jack's too well brought up to go surgin' into rooms lookin' for
Pinon Bill, where Jack's eyes comin' in outen the sun that a-way,
can't see for a minute nohow, an' where Pinon Bill has advantages.
It's better to wait for him outside.
"You-all saveys how it's done in the West. When a gent's needed you
allers opens the game with a gun-play.
"'Hold up your hands!' says you, sorter indicatin' a whole lot at
your prey with a gun.
"Which, by the way, if he don't enter into the sperit of the thing
prompt an' p'int his paws heavenward an' no delay, you-all mustn't
fall into no abstractions an' forget to shoot some. When you
observes to a fellow-bein' that a-way
'Hold up your hands!' you must be partic'lar an' see he does it.
Which if you grows lax on this p'int he's mighty likely to put your
light out right thar.
"An' jest as Jack Moore tells me once when we're puttin' in some
leesure hours an' whiskey mingled, you don't want to go too close to
standup your gent. Over in the Gunnison country, Jack says, a
marshal he knows gets inadvertent that a-way, an' thoughtless, an'
goes up close.
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