“I haven’t read up a deal,” he apologized.
The gambler promptly swept his objection aside.
“That don’t figger any. Once you get goin’ you won’t find no trouble. It’s dead easy after you’re started. That’s the way it is with passons. They jest get a holt of a notion, an’ then––why, they jest yarn.”
“I see,” replied Scipio doubtfully, while the other men gathered round. “But,” he went on more weakly still, “’bout that notion?”
Bill stirred impatiently.
“That’s it. You start right in with the notion.”
“Course,” cried Sandy. “The notion’s easy. Why, ther’s heaps o’ things you ken take as a notion. Say, wa’an’t ther’ a yarn ’bout some blamed citizen what took to a cave, an’ the checkens an’ things got busy feedin’ him?”
“Ravens,” said Sunny.
“Ravens nuthin’,” cried the indignant Sandy. “Checkens of the air, they was.”
Sunny shrugged.