"I was."
"What did Laramie say?"
"All he said to Druel was: 'If you don't keep 'em locked up, Druel, I take no responsibility for what happens.' I come all the way from the jail with Laramie myself," recited the butcher; "walked right alongside him and Harry Tenison down t' the hotel."
"Well, if you walked so far with him, is he coming here for supper?"
The butcher was taken aback: "How in thunder should I know?" he blurted out.
"There you go, slamming away with your blasphemy again. Couldn't you ask him?"
"Why, yes, Belle, I reckon I could. Maybe I can. Say!" he returned after starting down the steps, to point to the package in her hand, "there's a mess o' sweetbreads in there for you."
"Shucks! I can't use sweetbreads tonight, Heinie."
"Throw 'em away then. A present, ain't they? Nobody in town eats 'em but you."
Kate unfortunately suggested braizing the sweetbreads for Sawdy and Lefever.