It might of been seven or eight days I was busy celebrating my losing my job like a cowpuncher almost always does. Having so much money it took me quite a while to finish decorating Cody the way I liked it best. Still, after a while, being down to ten dollars and the railroad ticket, I concluded to go back home.
When I got back to Chicago I found Old Man Wright setting right where I'd left him and he looked like he really hadn't done nothing since. His hair was right long and his face was full of whiskers.
"Well, I found 'em," says I.
"What did you do, Curly?" says he.
"I didn't shoot him none," says I. "So to speak, he taken my gun away from me."
"Huh! Where is she? How is she?"
I had to tell him I didn't bring no word from Bonnie Bell at all, and hadn't seen her even.
"I couldn't stand it, Colonel," says I. "He made a awful strong talk to me, Colonel," says I.
He didn't say nothing for a long time. He begin to talk right slow then.
"I thought I had one friend in the world," says he, "one man I could rest on. But even you've gone back on me—even you failed me, Curly."