COULD KEEP THE $100 BILL
till we went up town and changed it. I forks it out convenient like, and tuk the $100 bill, and the three of um went off to see about the freight, an’ I haven’t seen a sight on ’em since.”
“And the $100 bill?”
“Ain’t worth shucks! and they ain’t old man Turkman’s nevies no more nor you be. Ef I had the consarned cheats here now I cud lick a ten-acre field full on ’em. Bin a huntin’ all over town fur ’em, but ’taint no use. Dang the town ennyway.”
Here comes a lady with her dear little boy—one of those dear little boys who makes the ordinary traveler just ache to spank him.
“Maw!” he says, “where you goin’ to?”
“I want to see the conductor, dear.”
“Maw! wot’s a conductor?”
“He has charge of the train, dear.”
“Maw! wot does he do that for?”