“Because they's twelve cayuses behind the hotel. That's why.”
“They might git away on 'em,” suggested the practical Johnny.
“Can't. They's all cashed in.”
“Yu said that they's five left,” ejaculated the puzzled water carrier.
“Yah; yore a smart cuss, ain't yu?”
Johnny grinned and then said, “Got any smokin'?” Hopalong looked grieved. “I ain't no store. Why don't yu git generous and buy some?”
He partially filled Johnny's hand, and as he put the sadly depleted bag away he inquired, “Got any papers?”
“Nope.”
“Got any matches?” he asked cynically.
“Nope.”