I? And me so innocent, too. Now, this is how I figured it out.
Here's me in a hurry to get to Tucson. Here comes your train
a-foggin'--also and likewise hittin' the high spots for Tucson.
Seemed like we ought to travel in company, and I was some dubious
she'd forget to stop unless I flagged her. Wherefore, I aired my
bandanna in the summer breeze."

"But you don't understand." The conductor began to explain anew
as to a dull child. "It's against the law. You'll get into
trouble."

"Put me in the calaboose, will they?"

"It's no joke."

"Well, it does seem to be worrying you," Mr. Collins conceded.
"Don't mind me. Free your mind proper."

The conductor, glancing about nervously, noticed that passengers
were smiling broadly. His official dignity was being chopped to
mince-meat. Back came his harassed gaze to the imperturbable
Collins with the brown, sun-baked face and the eyes blue and
untroubled as an Arizona sky. Out of a holster attached to the
sagging belt that circled the corduroy trousers above his hips
gleamed the butt of a revolver. But in the last analysis the
weapon of the occasion was purely a moral one. The situation was
one not covered in the company's rule book, and in the absence of
explicit orders the trainman felt himself unequal to that
unwavering gaze and careless poise. Wherefore, he retreated,
muttering threats of what the company would do.