ied that a-way, I takes
it, is somethin' like walkin' a tightrope. It reequires care, but it
can be did. To be shore, if anything happens, you're in for a
jo-darter of a jolt. Still, the resk don't render the feat imposs'ble,
an' a brave man disregyards it.'

"'That's whatever,' comments Nell, as, the king fallin' to win, she
draws down Boggs's reds.

"Thar's no chill on the reception we confers on the Turner person an'
his Peggy bride. Monte has orders, in case they're aboard, to onlimber
his shotgun a mile or two outside of camp, so's we gets notice an' is
not caught off our gyard. For once the old drunkard is faithful to his
trust, an' when we hears him whangin' away with both bar'ls, we turns
out, as they say in Noo York, _en masse_. Every gent empties the six
chambers of his gun as the stage pulls up, an' the Turner person
he'ps out his Peggy bride into the center of a most joyful foosilade.
We couldn't have done more if she's the Queen of Sheba.

"The Turner person an' his Peggy bride is in right from the go. Missis
Rucker declar's that the bride's a lady; Nell proclaims her as 'shore
corn-fed,' while Tucson Jennie allows she's a whole lot too good for
sech a jack-rabbit of a husband as she gets.

"Her beauty?

"Which you couldn't say it's calc'lated to blind.

"For mere loveliness she ain't a marker to Nell. To be frank, it's
somethin' more'n a simple question that a-way if she splits even with
Tucson Jennie. As for Missis Rucker, that matron bein' past her yooth
ain't properly speakin' in the runnin', an' to go comparin' her with
girls would be injestice.

"Once landed, an' havin' escaped from that ovation we prepar's, the
Turner person an' his Peggy bride moves into the wickeyup okyoopied
former by Cash Box Billie an' Missis Bill, an' opens up their domestic
game. Hearin' nothin' to the contrary, no howls of anguish from him,
no yelps of complaint from her, it's safe to say that in what joys is
supposed to attend the connoobyal state, they coppers all of them
loogubrious forebodin's of Texas, an' gets at least as good as a even
break.

"Old man Parks back at Sni-a-bar?

"It looks like the Turner person, him bein' nacherally timid,
exaggerates the perils which lurks in that aged cimmaron. Leastwise,
old Parks don't offer no voylance to him, neither at the weddin' nor
later. Some waifword does come creepin' along that durin' the cer'mony
two of the guests has to hold old Parks, an' that he's searched