"Yes," Howell replied, "I was thinking about it the other night. Let me taste your ware, as Simple Simon remarked. Getting pretty low, too."
"Yes, too low."
"That isn't bad. Say, can you sing Patsy's song?"
"Might if I had licker enough."
"Let's slip down the back stairs into that saloon."
"All right, but ain't you going to take off your wedding clothes?"
"No; we won't be down there but a few minutes."
The next day a battered bridegroom and a ragged tramp awoke in a cattle car, seventy-five miles from Franklin.