“Sure. Honey, if yo’re a wise boy, you’ll stay sober and single.”
“A-a-aw, I don’t drink much, Curt.”
“Yuh don’t get married much either, do yuh?”
“Well,” laughed Honey, “I won’t get drunk and forget to get married.”
Bellew and Merrick left the saloon and a few minutes later Honey, Hashknife and Sleepy stocked up on tobacco and rode back to the HJ.
“I feel foolish goin’ back there,” said Hashknife. “Kinda looks as though we were imposin’ on yuh.”
“Yuh throw that in a can,” said Honey. “Yo’re welcome to stay as long as yuh can. I can’t quite sabe you two boys.”
“Jist in what way?”
“Well, I never seen yuh before until last night. Yuh come in and I forget that I don’t know yuh. I tell yuh all about the trouble, and—well, yuh know what I mean don’tcha? It jist seemed the natural thing, to do. And Wong Lee took to yuh. Wong’s kinda funny thataway.
“Why, sometimes the boys from the Circle M stop here. Yuh see they go past here to their ranch from town. Wong ain’t never spoken to one of ’em. Other fellers show up here at meal-time, and Wong says nothin’. But he shore talked to yuh, and promised yuh more meals. Do dogs ever foller yuh?”