“I shall do the driving, Judge,” assured Henry soberly. “We shall be back before morning.”
“In that event,” said Judge firmly. “I shall stay right here in Tonto City. You drive! And how on earth will you bring that pristine vehicle back, if I may be so bold as to ask?”
“Tie her on behind and trail her home,” said Slim.
Judge shrugged. “I still shall stay here,” he decided.
They secured the two-seated spring-wagon, and with Henry at the lines, seated with Frijole, they rode away, with Oscar and Slim Pickins on the back seat, holding a gallon jug between them.
“Ay am crazy to see a bockboard vit yellow veels,” declared Oscar.
“Yo’re crazy,” agreed Slim soberly. “The rest is superfluous.”
“This is not a pleasure trip,” informed Henry. “For your information, Oscar, the Commissioners are meeting tomorrow in Scorpion Bend to decide to ask me to resign as sheriff of Tonto. It will mean that you are out of a job, along with Judge and me.”
“Ay vill now open de yug,” stated Oscar.
“No,” said Henry, “we will not do any drinking—yet.”