Swelling with importance, and drawing forth the volume in question from his pocket, Sonora stood up and finished:
“—is ‘Old Joe Miller’s Jokes.’”
“That will do nicely,” declared the Girl and seated herself on the pine-decorated box.
“Now, boys,” continued Sonora, ever the most considerate of pupils, “before we begin I propose no drawin’ of weppings, drinkin’ or swearin’ in school hours. The conduct of certain members wore on teacher last term. I don’t want to mention no names, but I want Handsome an’ Happy to hear what I’m sayin’.” And after a sweeping glance at his mates, who, already, had begun to disport themselves and jeer at the unfortunate pair, he wound up with: “Is that straight?”
“You bet it is!” yelled the others in chorus; whereupon Sonora dropped into his seat.
In time order was restored and now the Girl, looking at Rance out of her big, frightened, blue eyes, observed:
“Rance, last year you led off with an openin’ address, an’—”
“Yes, yes, go on Sheriff!” cried the boys, hailing her suggestion with delight.
Nevertheless, the Sheriff hesitated, seeing which, Trinidad contributed:
“Let ’er go, Jack!”