“And leave Rance in jail?”
“Naturally.”
“Well, you’re a fool if yuh think so, Slim.”
“Well, yuh can’t get him out,” declared Slim.
“Thasso?” Chuckwalla almost jerked out one side of his mustache. “Think I can’t, eh? I’ll show yuh! Betcha forty dollars I do git him out. I’ll take him out if I have to dinnymite the dam’ jail. Don’t git me mean, gents.”
“Go on home and shut up,” advised Slim.
Hashknife took Chuckwalla by the arm and led him away, trying to explain that nothing could be done for Rance just now.
“But he never held up no train,” wailed Chuckwalla. “Rance ain’t that kind.”
“Admits it, don’t he?”
“Yea-a-a-ah! Old fool! Oh, I dunno what to do.”