“Well, if he ain’t drunk, whatsa matter with him?”
“Prob’ly bilious.”
“Yeah, that’s reasonable; yore cookin’ would do that.”
“That ain’t biliousness—that’s yore danged disposition. Nothin’ short of a pistol whippin’ will ever cure that.”
“Thasso? Mebby you think you can cure me?”
“I don’t want yuh cured, you old squint-eyed porkypine. Go git me that wood and stop arguin’. You make me sick.”
CHAPTER XV: AN UNKNOWN BUSHWHACKER
The inquest frightened little Larry. He didn’t know what it was all about, but he managed to tell the same story he had told Hashknife and Breezy. Minnie’s story was the same. There was no evidence to show who had fired the fatal shots; so the jury brought in the usual verdict.
Amos Baggs came to see the sheriff following the inquest, and complained against Len Ayres for knocking him down the previous afternoon. Hashknife and Sleepy were with the sheriff when Baggs called.
“It seems to me that yo’re a grown man, Baggs,” said the fat sheriff. “If anythin’, yo’re bigger than Ayres.”