"What Dog?"
"The Dog that you gave to Bob."
"Did we go back there again? I remember the First Time."
"Yes, it was In There that you wanted to Run a Hundred Yards with any Man Present for Chalk, Money, or Marbles."
"Where are we now—at the Hotel?"
"Yes, and Everything is Smoothed Over. The Night Clerk has agreed not to swear out a Warrant."
Jim did not Comprehend, but he was afraid to Ask.
"It may be that I was a mite Polluted," he suggested.
"You were a teeny bit Pickled about Two, when you tried to upset the Lunch Wagon, but I don't think any one Noticed it," said Mr. Byrd.
"Take me to the Noon Train," requested the Country Customer. "Tell the Conductor where I live, and send me the Bills for all that I have Broken."