"I just wanted to warn you that the Colorado's no place for a morning swim," Curly said.
"I'm just going to get the boss's shaving water."
"There's a hint for you, Judge," Curly turned to Enoch. "I hope you plan to give more attention to your toilet after this."
"You go to blazes, Curly," said Enoch amiably. "I haven't got the reputation for pulchritude to live up to that you have."
"Diana's imagination was in working order last night," volunteered Mack. "To my positive knowledge Curly ain't washed or shaved for three days."
"You've drunk of the Hassayampa too, Mack!" Curly ran the comb through his black locks vindictively.
"What's the effect of that draught?" asked Enoch.
"You never tell the truth again," said Curly.
Na-che's voice floated in. "Jonas, you tell the men I got breakfast already for 'em. Tell 'em to bring their own cups and plates."
"Sounds rotten, huh?" Curly sauntered out of the cave.