He introduces us to them two misfits, and they gets agreeable.
“Mister Smythe,” says Swan River, looking me over, “your legs are twins to the legs of a —— fool I know, but from the waist up you look like a bum thrower. I’m pleased to meetcha.”
“He sure is built so he don’t have to go around nothin’,” agrees Half Mile.
“He’s a very brilliant man,” says Waldemar. “They both have degrees.”
“They look about zero to me,” says Buck Masterson.
“They know things which are concealed from ordinary men,” says Waldemar.
“Uh-huh,” says Half Mile. “I shouldn’t be surprized. Any horse-thief is in the same fix—if he’s got any sense.”
A little later on we corrals Waldemar and asks him what he thinks of the town.
“You sure led me to the right place,” says he. “I have dreamed of this kind of a place.”
“You ought to stick to dreams,” advises Dirty. “We’re wishin’ you’d hurry up and finish your business here, ’cause me and Ike hankers for the open places. Sabe? This city air stifles our lungs and makes our necks ache.”