“Ma Holt,” says Magpie, winking at Chuck; “Ma Holt says that every room is full.”
Chuck wiggles his ears at Magpie and then looks over toward the hotel. Then he grins and says:
“You wait, will yuh? I sabe the cure for that.”
Chuck goes over to the hotel, and in a few minutes him and old Sam comes over to us. Old Sam says—
“Ma’am, we’ve got a vacancy and can sleep yuh fine.”
Chuck grabs her valise, and him and the lady and old Sam beats it for the hotel.
“Now, what in ⸺ did Chuck do to cause such a condition?” wonders Magpie.
“Chuck lied,” declares Muley. “The son-of-a-gun lied; but what did he lie about?”
Naturally none of us knowed, so we went over to Buck’s place and had a drink. We waited around for Chuck, but he didn’t show up; so me and Magpie went home. I said “home,” but it wasn’t home any more. Magpie got dissatisfied right away.
“Hawg-pen,” says he. “Anybody could tell that hawgs lived here. Lawd never intended for men to live alone this away.”