r bein' confoosed by shame for a
moment, he begins to cheer up.

"'Folks,' he says, kissin' his Peggy's letter an' stowin' it away in
his coat, 'I trusts a gen'rous public will permit me, after thankin'
them whose kindness has smoothed out the kinks in my affairs, to close
the incident with onlimited drinks for the camp.' That's all he says;
an' neither can we dig anything further out of Enright or Nell.

"We sees the Turner person aboard the stage, an' wishes him all kinds
of luck. As Monte straightens out the reins over his six hosses an'
cleans the lash of his whip through his fingers, Peets vouchsafes a
partin' word.

"'Neither I nor Sam,' says Peets, 'wants you to go away thinkin' that
you an' your bride ain't goin' to be as welcome as roses when you an'
she comes ramblin' in as one on your return.'

"'That's whatever,' coincides Nell.

"'Also,' breaks in Enright, 'should old Parks go to stampin' the sod
or shakin' his horns, you-all are to put up with them deemonstrations
an' not make no aggrevatin' reemarks. No one knows better than you by
now, how much cause you gives that proud old gent to feel harrowed.'

[Illustration: WE SEES THE TURNER PERSON ABOARD AN' WISHES HIM ALL KINDS
OF LUCK. p. 222.]

"Of course all of us is preyed on by anxiety to know whatever awful
thing it is the Turner person does. In the end it's Missis Rucker who
smokes Enright out.

"'Sam Enright,' says this yere intrepid lady, her manner plenty
darklin', 'you mustn't forget that whenever the impulse moves me I can
shet down utter on your grub. Likewise, as a lady, I not only knows my
p'sition, but keenly feels my rights. Which I don't aim to coerce you,
but onless you comes through with the trooth about this yere Turner
person's felonies, some drastic steps is on their way.'

"'You will see, Missis Rucker,' says Enright, who's to be excoosed for
turnin' a bit white, 'that no present reason exists for threatenin' me
when I asshores you that as far back as last evenin' I fully decides
to lay bar' everything. I do this, onderstand, not through fear; but
lest some folks go surmisin' round to the inj'ry of the innocent. As I
recollects back, too, I can see how the Turner person slumps into that
mistake, him first talkin' dog to that canine party in Battle Row,
an' then askin' whar does he go for the weddin' license.'

"'Sam Enright,' interrupts Missis Rucker, whose flashin' eyes shows
she's growin' hysterical, 'don't harass me with n