Doctor. Ker'sene! [He tastes it.] Ker'sene! Now I been thinkin' things over, Lut'er and Giz.... [He tastes the pill again.] Ker'sene, sure! [He sits down on the log once more, spits carefully and crosses his legs.] I got a business proposition to make. [Silence. Lut'er spits and crosses his legs, and Giz just spits.]
Doctor. There ain't enough home industry here in Rock Springs. We got a canning fact'ry and a stea'mill; but here comes a medicine show from Ioway—a Kickapoo Indian Medicine Show from Ioway! Now—what we need in Rock Springs is a medicine show! [He waits for the effect upon his audience.]
Lut'er [after a pause]. How yer goin' ter git it?
Doctor. Well, here's my proposition. Ain't we got as much horse sense as them Ioway Indians?
Lut'er. A damn sight more. [That is the evident answer to the Doctor, but Lut'er develops a further idea.] We got the country from the Indians.
Giz [after a moment of accumulating admiration]. By Golly, Lut'er, yer right.
Doctor. Now, I got some medicine science. I'd 'a' cured my second wife if it hadn't been for that busted winder.
Giz. Yeh, but what come o' yer first wife?
Doctor. I could 'a' cured her, too, only I hadn't found the Family Medicine Book then.
Lut'er. Well, what I wanter know is—what's yer proposition.... I'm in a hurry.... Here comes the Hattie Brown.