“Eh? Already.... Why, we hain’t hardly got the last off’n our hands. It’s takin’ a chance, says I, and crowdin’ the mourners.”
“I’m running this business, Jenney.... This next is to be no retail deal, either. It’s wholesale.”
“You—you want to go easy. By golly! Mr. Fownes, so much stuff comin’ in is goin’ to git somebody mighty curious.”
“If you’re sheriff, Jenney, what will the curiosity amount to?”
“Federal officers!”
Fownes shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll see to your appointment as sheriff. You attend to organizing everybody to receive the shipment. We’ll need all available space and all outlets. I’m going to fetch in enough this time to flood the county.”
“You know what you’re doin’,” Jenney said, sullenly, “but what with that damn paper a-peckin’ at us all the time——”
“Nobody reads it, Jenney. And you’ll be sheriff.”
“I’ll do my dumdest—but I don’t like it.”
“And I don’t care whether you like it or not. And that’s that. Better see Peewee first.”