“Rich food,” said the first.
“Fresh eggs, too,” said the third.
“Well, my gracious!” said the fourth, beating his knee.
“Why, yes,” observed the Virginian, unexpectedly; “they tell me that aiggs there ain't liable to be so rotten as yu'll strike 'em in this country.”
None of them had a reply for this, and New York was abandoned. For some reason I felt much better.
It was a new line they adopted next, led off by Trampas.
“Going to the excitement?” he inquired, selecting Shorty.
“Excitement?” said Shorty, looking up.
“Going to Rawhide?” Trampas repeated. And all watched Shorty.
“Why, I'm all adrift missin' that express,” said Shorty.