"Worser dan dis guy? Read der rest of 'er."
"Of whom I am chief," David read.
"All right," said Jimmie, "if He kin save der chief of sinners, can't He save Dave Beach?"
Before he could answer, Jewey, Oily Ike and Fred Hood came in.
"Send the kid home," said Jewey.
"He's at home now," said Dave; "he sleeps here. You can do all the business you have with me in a minute er two. I'm tired of this crooked business; and for my part, I'm going to cut it out. Whatever your haul is to-night you can keep it or let Ike there handle it; I'm done.
"No, don't get leery; I won't turn you. But I don't want no more of it here."
"You'll be havin' Sunday school here every day if that kid hangs around much longer," said Jewey.
"Well, he'll be here just as long as he wants to," said Dave. "It's two o'clock, Jimmie; you had better turn in and I'll call you at three-thirty. Good-night."
Jimmie lay down upon a horse blanket without taking off his shoes or clothes and was soon fast asleep. His day had been a long one and he was very tired, but happy.