“Uh-huh.”
Hashknife sniffed at the caliber of the gun and tossed it aside as something unclean.
“Gimme that,” said Ike seriously. “I’ll have a pin put on it and wear it in my necktie.”
“Too gaudy.” Hashknife shook his head. “Smells of beauty powder.”
Jack came out and climbed into the wagon, as Hashknife picked up the gun and examined it again.
“Whatcha lookin’ for?” asked Ike.
“I’m lookin’ for the manicure scissors in this darned thing.”
Jack growled a soft oath, and Ike spoke excitedly to Hashknife.
“He says there ain’t none in it, Hashknife. It’s a perfume bottle. Ha, ha, ha, ha!”
Ike kicked off the brake and they started for town.