“We are on an errand of mercy,” replied Henry painfully.
“Yeah? What do yuh mean?”
“A man fell into the canyon last night, and we are searching for his body.”
“Well, ain’t you nice and kind. Who are you?”
“I am the sheriff, sir,” replied Henry. He was getting his wind back now. The man laughed.
“Sheriff, eh?” he snarled. “A fine sheriff, you are! Well, Fatty, yo’re all through.”
“So you knew about it, too, eh?” remarked Henry.
“Knew about what?” asked the masked man.
“About the Commissioners going to force me to resign.”
“They are, huh? Well, we’ll save paper and ink for ’em, feller.”