"An yo' horse, Curly?"
"Say you won him last night at cyards. We'll hide the saddle."
"Have coffee first?"
"I surely will," and kneeling stiff, weary by the hearth, he began to make up a fire.
"There's a notice up for you, Curly. They're offering two thousand dollars dead or alive."
"For robbing that Union Pacific train?"
"I reckon."
"Chalkeye, did you ever know me to lie?"
"None, Curly."
"Then you'll believe me. I wasn't there when our wolves got that train. I've never done no robberies, ever yet."