“Yeah,” said Slim, “you do that. Yuh can roll when ready.”
As they started on Henry said, “I shall swing wider on the next curve, Frijole.”
“Could yuh see where yuh swung?” asked Frijole.
“No, I could not, but I’ll swing wider next time.”
“Not with me on this side—yuh won’t. Even in the dark I could look straight down into that canyon, and I seen a eagle’s nest with six aigs in it.”
“Well, I don’t want to knock all the paint off that vehicle.”
Frijole had taken the jug from the buckboard, and now he drew out the cork. They were on an upgrade, and at the top was the worst jack-knife curve on the whole road. Frijole said,
“Have a snort, Henry—it might cushion yore fall.”
Henry shoved on the brake very tight and stopped the team.
“Cushion my fall!” he snorted. “The idea!”