When we got into the place the folks gazed at us. Aggy was leading me by the hand.
"There," says he, very gentle. "Now sit down, and I'll tell you a story by and by."
I tore a hole in the coat, and mumbled to myself, and sat down according to directions.
Then Aggy walks up to where the stud-poker game was blooming.
"Gentlemen," says he, making them a bow, "I trust it won't inconvenience you any to have my poor unfortunate pardner in your midst for awhile? I can't desert him, and I do like to play a little cards now and then."
"What's the matter with him?" asks the dealer.
Ag taps his head.
"Violent?" asks the dealer.
Now, Ag didn't know just how he wanted to have it, so he didn't commit himself to nothing.
"Oh, I can always handle him," says he.