“Pump another cartridge into th’ bar’l,” offered Bill.
“A moron believes that the man who doesn’t own an automobile can’t afford one.
“If he owns a Remington typewriter, there is no other typewriter on the market worth twenty cents.
“And if his Remington becomes useless because of a fire, and his grandfather sends him an Underwood to soothe his soul, no typewriter on the market except the Underwood is worth twenty cents.”
“I know saddle tramps that are morons,” interjected Bill. “But, say, Tony, I was jest kiddin’ Shanty Madge to-night when I said what I did about her mules.”
Joshua’s gray eyes twinkled at this.
“The moron,” he continued, “reads his newspaper from the first page to the last, but he’ll usually tell you that he doesn’t care very much for fiction.
“He believes that Christians follow the teachings of Christ.
“He doesn’t realize that, if Christ came on earth again, you, maybe, would be called back to Chaparral County to take him to the penitentiary.
“When he writes a business letter he always begins: Yours of the ’steenth received and contents noted. In regard to same will say—