“He ain’t got good sense, ma’am,” says Hashknife.
“The —— I ain’t!” I snaps, ’cause it makes me mad.
“Back up—you’re in your own loop,” grins Hashknife; “I was speakin’ about Bowers, Sleepy,” and then he turns to Mary Jane.
“This person ain’t got good sense, ma’am. He thinks that somebody is stealin’ his cows and he comes over here to talk about it.”
“Oh, I see; who does he suspect?”
“Us, I reckon,” says Windy. “They think we killed Baldy Willis, too.”
“Yuh better tell her the whole sad tale, Windy,” says Hashknife. “Remember she ain’t wise to that layout here.”
“That’s right, Hashknife, I forgot I want to give her some of the old man’s things too.”
“Let’s go inside,” says Mary Jane. “It’s too hot out here.”
“You tell her, Windy,” says Hashknife. “Me and Sleepy will be down at the bunk-house.”