Billy Wingo was cleaning a Winchester when the district attorney knocked and entered.
"Si'down, Arthur," invited Bill, indicating a chair with the barrel of the rifle.
The district attorney returned the salutation gruffly. Billy smiled sweetly down at the rifle stock he was hand-rubbing. Mr. Rale stamped his feet, hung up his hat and coat and sat down heavily in the chair. Resting both fists on his knees, he fixed Billy with a hard eye.
"What's this I hear?" he wished to hear.
"I dunno," said truthful William.
"I hear you've appointed Shillman and Tyler deputies," Rale said accusingly.
"Seems to me I have done something like that," admitted Billy.
"You've got to cancel their appointments."
"Got to?"
"Got to."