“B’gosh! ’twould serve ’em right.”
“I guess that’s the case.”
“Wal, I’m durn glad to hear it, but it don’t make me feel any better toward those swindlers. I kind o’ thought the preacher chap wanted to squar’ things, but I found I was mistaken.”
“So? How was that?”
“He met me again in the city, and asked me to call on him at the hotel. Reckon he had some new, slick scheme up his sleeve.”
“Did you call on him?”
“Yep.”
“Well?”
“He wouldn’t see me.”