“I never seen it,” states Art. “What’s the idea?”
“You fellers are as inquisitive as an old maid,” replies Chuck. “All I asks is silence, and plenty of that. I’ll pay the bills.”
“We’re as silent as the tomb, eh, Magpie?” says Art. “You ain’t got nothing against me.”
“Nothing but admiration, Art. Chuck, do what you please with that hooch-hen, and we’ll go on to town. I don’t sabe your play, young feller, but I’m for it all the way from the ace to the deuce.”
We got our stuff at Piperock, and pilgrims right back home. The crate and bird are gone when we returns.
“I wish I knowed what Chuck aims to do?” says Magpie, as we goes past the spot.
“And bust up our chances to get back that two hundred,” says I. “If you didn’t hunger and thirst for information so hard, Magpie, I’d be living uh life uh ease right now. You always wants to monkey with the wheels uh progress.”
About five days later “Scenery” Sims and “Dirty Shirt” Jones pilgrims up our way and stops to eat. They asks the usual questions and gets answered.
“Magpie, did yuh ever see uh railami?” asks Dirty Shirt.
“Uh-uh which?”