“Don’t yell,” begged Sunshine, holding his head. “Sudden, you don’t know how loud yore voice is.”
“You stay sober!” exploded Sudden. “I’m goin’ to need yuh, doggone yore hide!”
“Oh, aw-w-w right!” Sunshine held his hands over his ears. “Jist don’t yowl at me. I’ve got a headache, I tell yuh.”
Sudden turned to the doctor,
“We’ll hold the inquest tonight at the Arrow, Doc. I reckon we can call in enough men for a jury.”
“Yes, I think we can, Sudden. Well, I will be going now.”
Sunshine sighed with relief when the doctor had gone.
“Too —— exact,” he said wearily. “Tellin’ us that old Ed died at exactly thirty-two minutes after six. I’ll betcha he held a watch on old Ed. What the —— was he tryin’ to do; find out if it was a world’s record? Aw-w-w, gosh! I taste like Paris green!”
“You look like it, too,” stated the sheriff. “You better go and rinse out yore system with strong coffee.”
“Oh, aw-w-w right.”