The old man roars laughing at that.
"Yes," he says; "I'm almost fit to run for sher'f oncet more. Ain't it all like the old times, Curly?" says he.
"It shore is, Colonel," says I; "and there ain't no better times than them."
The old man he gets into the buckboard on one side and he taken the two twins on his knees. On the seat back of him was Pa and Ma Wisner—me riding with Old Man Wright, in the middle. She was a three-seat buckboard, and the mules was full of oats and plunging some; but Jimmie didn't mind—he was driving, with Bonnie Bell, on the front seat.
"All set?" says he, turning his head around; and Old Man Wright nods.
"Giddap!" says Jimmie, and turns 'em loose.
Bonnie Bell, she turns around halfway, half looking at him and half at the twins, and says she:
"Home, James!"