To which Thad returned:
“He’s mighty perticler about where he was an’ what he was doin’ for a livin’ before he blew into Tucson.”
“As for that,” returned Bob, “there’s been some things happen since me an’ you was first pardners that we ain’t jest exactly a-wavin’ in the wind—an’ look at us now.”
Thad’s dry retort was inevitable:
“Yes, jest look at us!”
Bob chuckled.
“You ain’t so mighty much to look at, I admit.”
“Well,” said Thad, “as long as my gal thinks I’m all right, you——“
“My gal—my gal,” snapped Bob. “Why have you allus got to be a-tryin’ to do me out of my rights. You know well as I do this is my week.”
“Excuse me, Pard,” the other apologized in all seriousness. “And that leads me to remark that your gal didn’t appear altogether indifferent an’ uninterested in this young prospectin’ neighbor of ours. You took notice, too, I reckon.”