“Interestin’ exhibit,” said Bangs. “Kind of stole a march on the sheriff’s office.” He laughed a thin, shrill laugh.
“Come away from here. I got suthin’ to talk to ye about,” said Jenney.
“That,” said Peewee, “makes two of us.”
“What’s he got to say about it?” Peewee asked when they had turned the next corner and were in a deserted side street.
“He don’t want it to happen ag’in.”
“Don’t wonder at it. Him ’n’ me agrees.”
“It hain’t goin’ to,” said Jenney, meaningly.
“So.... Now, f’r instance.... You listen, Dep’ty, too many folks disappearin’ and onaccounted for is goin’ to raise curiosity. Surer ’n’ shootin’.... More especial if it’s a woman.”
“No disappearin’s figgered on.... Anyhow, I’m goin’ to be appointed sheriff by the Governor.... Naw. This here’s simple. Jest smashin’.”
“Like you done to the perfessor?... Gritty, wa’n’t he? Never kin tell, kin ye?... I tell ye, Jenney, that perfessor’s a feller to figger on. Shouldn’t be s’prised if he got to be dangerous.... I wonder how come she to tie up to him.”