Tod tells them that their town is the brightest spot on the map and they warm up to him and want to buy him sarsaparilla and root beer.
Then when he gets them stuck on themselves he sells them matches.
"Pipe the gang to quarters and all rubber!" said Slim, about half an hour after the train pulled out.
In the seat ahead of us a somewhat demure looking Proposition in rainbow rags had been sampling the scenery ever since we started.
We had all given her the glad glance but she was very much Cold Storage, so we passed it up.
As Slim spoke, the Proposition was joined by a young chap with a loose face who had been out in the smoking room working faithfully on one of those pajama panatella cigars that bite you on the ringer if you show the least sign of fear.
Just then the train stopped for a few minutes and we were put wise to the fact that it was an incurable case of bride and groom.
"Oh! Boozey is back to his Birdie!" said the brand new wife; "did Boozey like his smoky woky?"
Boozey opened a bunch of grins and sat down while wifey patted his cheek and cooed:
"Is ums glad to get back to ums 'ittle wifey-pifey?"