“That your rule, too?” inquired the Governor of Shorty, Chalkeye, and Dollar Bill. These gentlemen of the saddle were sitting quite expressionless upon their horses.
“We ain't talkin', we're waitin',” observed Chalkeye; and the three cynics smiled amiably.
“Well, Doc, see yu' again,” said Mr. McLean. He turned to accompany his brother cow-punchers, but in that particular moment Fate descended or came up from whatever place she dwells in and entered the body of the unsuspecting Governor.
“What's your hurry?” said Fate, speaking in the official's hearty manner. “Come along with me.”
“Can't do it. Where are yu' goin'?”
“Christmasing,” replied Fate.
“Well, I've got to feed my horse. Christmasing, yu' say?”
“Yes; I'm buying toys.”
“Toys! You? What for?”
“Oh, some kids.”