Peets. 'Whatever would he be shakin' up over in Tucson? His game's
yere, an' this theery that he's got to go scatterin' over thar once
a week is some gauzy.'

"'That's whatever,' says Dan Boggs, who allers trails in after Doc
Peets, an' plays the same system emphatic. An' I says myse'f, not
findin' no fault with Boggs tharfor, that this yere Peets is the
finest-eddicated an' levelest-headed sharp in Arizona.

"'Well,' says Jack Moore, who as I says before does the rope work
for the Stranglers, 'if you-alls gets it settled that this faro
gent's turnin' them tricks with the stage an' mail-bags, the sooner
he's swingin' to the windmill, the sooner we hears from our loved
ones at home. What do you say, Enright?'

"'Why,' says Enright, all thoughtful, 'I reckons it's a case. S'pose
you caper over where he feeds at the O.K. House an' bring him to us.
The signs an' signal-smokes shorely p'ints to this yere Cherokee as
our meat; but these things has to be done in order. Bring him in,
Jack, an', to save another trip, s'pose you bring a lariat from the
corral at the same time.'

"It don't take Moore no time to throw a gun on Cherokee where he's
consoomin' flapjacks at the O. K. House, an' tell him the committee
needs him at the New York Store. Cherokee don't buck none, but comes
along, passive as a tabby cat.

"'Whatever's the hock kyard to all this?' he says to Jack Moore. 'Is
it this Stingin' Lizard play a month ago?'