TO BUST IS ——.
NO TRUST,
NO BUST,
NO ——.
A feller comes along and stops beside us as we read the sign.
“The cashier runs away with the contents,” says he, “and she’s busted flat. They may pay ten cents on the dollar in a year or two.”
Magpie twists his mustache and stares at me.
“Hassayampa and Jay-Bird knew that,” he snorts. “The danged crooks knowed them checks wasn’t no good, Ike!”
“What did we know about the circus, Magpie?” I asks.
He looks at me, scratches his head for a moment and says: