"Tell them the truth—they won't believe it anyhow."
"I never thought of that before, and the way I've worried over trying to think up a grand lie to tell someone when, if you were to tell the truth it would be just as good, because they would never believe it, anyhow. That is a new idea, and I won't have to think so much now—Hooray—let us drink—Oh, damn it—there ain't no more whiskey."
"Never mind, dear, we will soon be in Juarez," said Pearl, as she pulled the hat down over the patch on her eye.
"The way you have that hat on, you would hardly notice that eye," remarked Evelyn, as she arranged her dress.
"Don't you worry, that herd of hawk-eyed whores will see it long before I get there. Any time some woman's man socks her in the eye, it travels by mental telepathy—not that they have any mental capacity, but even the most lowly animal has instinct—therefore they would know it."
"Oh, sister, thou speaketh the truth—thou wilt be blessed," said Evelyn, lifting her hands to Heaven, "Come, Juarez calleth."
They boarded the Juarez-bound car, and as the car stopped for the Customs and Immigration officials of Mexico to get on, more than usual boarded the car, questioning everybody as to their reason for going over the border,—the extra questioning was because of the revolution having started.
"For what reason, Senorita, are you going to Juarez tonight?" one of the men asked Pearl.
"I'm going over to see a friend on business," answered Pearl.
"What manner of business, Senorita?"