Pinkey interrupted:
"How do you git to work to get teeth, Mr. Hicks, if they ain't no dentist handy?"
Like Mr. Stott, no question could be put to Mr. Hicks for which he could not find an answer. He now replied promptly:
"Well, there's two ways: you can send to Mungummery-Ward and have a crate sent out on approval, and keep tryin' till you find a set that fits, or you can take the cast off your gooms yourself, send it on and have 'em hammer you out some to order."
"Is that so? What kind of stuff do they use to make the cast of your gooms of?"
"Some uses putty, some uses clay, but I believe they generally recommend plaster of Paris. It's hard, and it's cheap, and it stays where it's put."
A thoughtful silence followed; then Pinkey got up and joined Wallie, who was sitting on the top pole of the corral, smoking moodily.
The "dudes" were at target practice with 22's and six-shooters, having been persuaded finally not to use Mr. Canby's range as a background. They now all walked with a swagger and seldom went to their meals without their weapons.
Pinkey blurted out suddenly:
"I wisht I'd died when I was little!"