"'I ain't none astonished,' Texas says sadly, 332 when Peets informs him that he's in the diskyard; 'since ever my former Laredo wife acquires that divorce, together with al'mony an' the reestoration of her maiden name, the same bein' Suggs, I ain't been the onerrin' speller I once was.'
"Cherokee has luck, an' lasts for quite a time. It's the 'leventh word that fetches him. An' at that thar's a heap to be said on the side of Cherokee.
"The word's 'Capitol,' as Peets lets it fly.
"'C-a-p-i-t-a-l,' spells Cherokee.
"'Dead bird!' Peets says, plenty sententious.
"'Whatever kind o' capital?'
"'Capitol of a State.'
"'Then I misonderstands you. Which I takes it you're referrin' to a bankroll.'
"The Doc, however, is obdoorate, an' Cherokee shoves back.
"'I think,' says Nell, whisperin' to Missis Rucker an' Tucson Jennie, who, with little Enright Peets, is off to one side––'I think the Doc's a mighty sight too contracted in his scope.'