“I think they have decided you are getting turkeys because you are afraid of them,” said Bolles.
“Why, of course! But d' you figure I'm the man to abandon my Christmas turkey because my motives for eating it are misconstrued?”
Dean Drake smoked for a while; then a knock came at the door. Five buccaroos entered and stood close, as is the way with the guilty who feel uncertain.
“We were thinking as maybe you'd let us go over to town,” said Half-past Full, the spokesman.
“When?”
“Oh, any day along this week.”
“Can't spare you till after Christmas.”
“Maybe you'll not object to one of us goin'?”
“You'll each have your turn after this week.”
A slight pause followed. Then Half-past Full said: “What would you do if I went, anyway?”