“They don’t seem to be here—gol dingle dangle it!” he yelps.
Me and Calamity looks around and shakes our heads.
“No,” says I. “They must a left.”
“They never went alone!” he howls. “That fancy, lodge war-bonnet and them striped pants never went away alone. I reckon I got to kill somebody!”
He slams the door, as he goes out, and Calamity looks at me.
“What’s the matter with him?” he asks. “He never recognized me, and I’ve knowed Whittaker for years and years.”
“Crazy,” says I. “He went crazy over fancy clothes. He don’t know anybody any more, Calamity.”
“Pshaw! I knowed he wasn’t——”
We hears a voice at the door, and I yells, “Come in!” and in ambles Pole Cat Perkins. He’s got a bundle under his arm, and he sets down on the bunk and grins at me and Calamity.
“Huh-Hen, I’m after your permission,” says he.