“You’re crazy!” wails Chuck.
“All right, all right,” squeaks Scenery. “We’ve both headed th’ same way.”
Henrietta Harrison comes to the door, but Mrs. Holt shoves her back inside and shuts the door.
“Poor Chuck,” says Magpie. “Poor Chuck.”
“Poor, ⸺!” howls Chuck. “I’m goin’ to kill somebody for this.”
“Gettin’ violent, Scenery,” says Magpie. “Don’t take a chance.”
“I’ll handle him, Magpie. Point for the jail, you scalp-dancin’ idjit.”
Chuck took one look at us, and then headed for the jail, with Scenery trottin’ along after him.
We all went back to the saloon. Pretty soon Scenery comes from the jail, and he’s got a beautiful black eye where Chuck walloped him. Scenery is peeved. Old Judge Steele shows up, kinda ponderous-like, and Scenery explains the whole thing as far as he knows.
“Loco parenthesis,” says the judge. “Reverted to sex. I always knowed there was aboriginal corpuscles in his arterial system. He is non compos mentis.”