HONEYMAN
Best I could git, Colonel!
RALL (counting)
Two—four—five—seven—ten (etc.) Hm—twenty-one's all I make, Honeyman.
HONEYMAN
Twenty-one? Pshaw now—did one o' them critters go trapsin' off. (he counts) Yes sir, that's just what's happened. Wall—sign fer the twenty-one, an' I'll go out lookin' fer that other critter.
RALL
Here you are—let me have that bill—(rattle of paper) Twenty-one in good condition, signed—Rall. There you are. Hope you find the other one.
HONEYMAN
Thankee—where's that road off to the left go?