Captain Adams loped away, as if to town. Others went in. While I was idle at last and rather enjoying the hot sun as I sat resting upon a convenient wagon-tongue Daniel hulked to me, still snapping his ox goad.
“Haowdy?” he addressed again; and surveyed, eying every detail of my clothing.
“Howdy?” said I.
“Yu know me?”
“Your name is Daniel, isn’t it?”
“No, ’tain’t. It’s Bonnie Bravo on the trail.”
“All right, sir,” said I. “Whichever you prefer.”
“I ’laow we pull out this arternoon,” he volunteered farther.
“I’m agreeable,” I responded. “The sooner the better, where I’m concerned.”
“I ’laow yu (and he pronounced it, nasally, yee-ou) been seein’ the elephant in Benton an’ it skinned yu.”