“I’m with you,” said Ed. “Or wear spats.”
“Right,” said Warde.
“I’ve got to get some clothes somewhere,” said Westy.
“I think there’s a clothing store at the bottom of the canyon,” Warde observed.
“First I’d like to go to the Devil’s Kitchen and get something to eat,” said Ed.
“Don’t you want to see the petrified forest?” Westy asked.
“Not unless I can eat it,” said Ed. “Just at present I don’t want to see anything I can’t eat—except fish. If anybody mentions fish to me, I’ll stab him with my safety-pin. I wouldn’t even listen to a fish story.”
“I bet Mr. Creston and Mr. Wilde had an awful scrap with Tarnished Sun,” said Warde.
“I bet Shining Sun hit him with his cane,” said Ed. “If he did, I hope Mr. Wilde just puffed cigar smoke in his face; it would serve him right.”
“Do you smell roast beef?” said Warde.