“Huh! All Dawson's still laughing at you an' me an' them eggs. You want to make 'em laugh some more, hey?”
“I certainly do.”
“But it's too danged expensive, Smoke. I helped you make 'em laugh on the eggs, an' my share of the laugh cost me nearly nine thousan' dollars.”
“All right. You don't have to come in on this. The profits will be all mine, but you've got to help me just the same.”
“Oh, I'll help all right. An' they can laugh at me some more. But nary a ounce do I drop this time.
“What's old Sanderson holdin' it at? A couple of hundred?”
“Ten thousand. I ought to get it for five.”
“Wisht I was a minister,” Shorty breathed fervently.
“What for?”
“So I could preach the gosh-dangdest, eloquentest sermon on a text you may have hearn—to wit: a fool an' his money.”