“See that?”
“Yep,––guess I do!”
“Well,––you’re going to abide by it.”
“I am?––like hell!” said Dalton.
Phil took a gun from his pocket and handed it to Jim.
Jim toyed with it. “See that?”
“Can it, Langford! Gun stuff don’t go down with me. It is ancient history. You’ll get pinched again if you try that on.”
“But you see it––don’t you?”
“Sure thing! I ain’t got ’stigmatism that bad yet.”
“Well, Rattler,––it isn’t loaded, but I am going to rap you over the koko with it if you don’t be a good boy and do as you are told.”