"Shucks, there ain't any room for me nowhere," he muttered disgustedly.
"You shouldn't take up so much of it."
Slim attempted to take a seat on the small gilt chair which was Jack's wedding-present to Echo.
Polly caught sight of him in time. "Look out," she shouted. "That chair wasn't built for a full-grown man like you."
Slim nervously replaced the chair before a writing-desk. Polly wielded her broom about the feet of the Sheriff, who danced clumsily about, trying to avoid her.
"You're just trying to sweep me out of here," he complained.
"Well, if you will bring dust in with you, you must expect to be swept out," Polly replied, with a show of spirit.
Polly was shaking the mat vigorously at the door when Slim said:
"I see they buried Poker Bill this mornin'."
"Is HE dead?" It was the first Polly had heard of the passing away of one of the characters of the Territory. She had expressed her surprise in the of an interrogation, emphasizing the "he," a colloquialism of the Southwest.