"Peaceable," Jeff answered hurriedly. "Always peaceable."
"Come on, then. Your dog got a license?"
"Look for yourself. Just sort of watch your hand."
"That dog bite?"
"Not usually."
"See that he don't, huh?"
"I'll see," Jeff promised.
He fell resignedly in beside the constable while Pal paced behind him. He thought ruefully of how little a feeling of good fortune could be trusted. Still, by no means would this be the first jail to have him as guest, and probably it would not be the last. He might as well make the best of it.
"Nice town you have here," he said companionably.
"Yeah," the constable was entirely willing to be friendly, "it's all right."