“What do you know about me?” he asks. “Who in —— are you?”
“I’m Professor Doolittle,” says Dirty, “and I’m lookin’ for a dinny-sor.”
“You don’t look like you’d do much and I ain’t got none today,” says Sam, meanlike. “You —— shepherds are always loco about something.”
“Can we sleep in the barn?” I asks.
“No, yuh can’t! My horses are all pets.”
“Isn’t there any other hotel?” asks Waldemar.
“I can give yuh a place to sleep,” squeaks a voice behind us, and we turns to see Scenery Sims.
“Ah,” says Waldemar, “another landlord looking for business.”
“I ain’t no landlord—I’m the sheriff,” squeaks Scenery. “I’ve got a empty jail if yuh wants a place to sleep.”
Me and Dirty are sort of thinking it over when Magpie Simpkins shows up. He asks what the trouble is, and Sam Holt tells him.