“‘Did you see anything, Bill?’
“‘Nope,’ says he, ‘but things is lightin’ up.’
“‘Folks is so curious,’ says I.
“‘Plum disgustin’,’ says Chinook Bill. ‘Al’ays interruptin’ an’ no privacy fer a healthy, robust body.’
“‘It’s a second insult,’ says I, an’ we whoops her up again.
“We uncovered aguardiente an’ keno sommers an’ anchored fer the night. We played fast an’ keerless, but somehow we couldn’t get shet o’ any o’ our wealth. So we give it up es a bad job an’ apologized fer shuckin’ the dealers. It was arful unsocial, an’ I was fer layin’ over next day to show ’em we was gentlemen, but Chinook Bill was fer findin’ Poaquita. So we laid in a stock o’ provisions an’ packed ’em on some burros. Then we held a conference back o’ the liquor shop with the alcalde o’ the town. This gent plentytentiary carried a small-sized totem pole in one hand which was called in Mex a official staff, an’ exoodes a treatise on the statutes es he wipes the perspiration from his aesthetic brow. We leans back agin our assortment o’ Chicago tins an’ listens grave. Final he ceases his harrabaloo an’ says:
“‘The señores will kindly consider theirselves under arrest.’
“‘Fer what?’ asks Chinook Bill, with a snap o’ his baby blue eyes.
“‘Fer disturbin’ the peace,’ says the aesthetic one, wavin’ his totem pole.
“‘What’s the penalty?’ says I.