Hopalong looked at him witheringly: "Oh, no! You wouldn't 'a' run! You'd dropped dead in your tracks, you would!"
"You was both of you a whole lot scared," Skinny laughed. Then, turning to the conductor: "How do you feel, Simms?"
"Oh, I 'm all right: but it took the starch out of me for awhile."
"Well, I don't wonder, not a bit."
"You fellows certainly don't waste any time getting busy," Simms laughed.
"That's the secret of gun-fightin'," replied Skinny.
"Well, you 're a fine crowd all right. Any time you want to go any place when you 're broke, climb aboard my train and I 'll see't you get there."
"Much obliged."
Simms turned to the express-car: "Hey, Jackson! You can open up now if you want to."
But the express-messenger was suspicious, fearing that the conductor was talking with a gun at his head: "You go to h—l!" he called back.