"'Which you-all shorely gets a hand as sech,' says Doc Peets, who's
actin' lookout for the deal; an' so he stakes out Sal over by the
nigh side of Benson Annie, who kisses her quite frantic, an' unites
her wails to Sal's. Both of 'em weepin' that a-way shorely makes the
occasion mighty sympathetic an' damp. But Peets says it's the
reg'lar caper, an' you can gamble Peets knows. "'Thar,' says
Enright, when the last kyard's out an' the French fam'ly is
receivin' congratulations, 'I reckons that now, with only one
laundry, Wolfville sees a season of peace. It's all right, but I'm
yere to remark that the next lady as dazzles this camp with her
deebut, an' onfurls a purpose to plunge into work, ain't goin' to
keep a laundry none. Gents, the bridle's plumb off the hoss. We'll
now repair to the dance-hall, if so be meets your tastes, an' take
the first steps in a debauch from which, when it's over, this yere
camp of Wolfville dates time.'"




CHAPTER V.

ENRIGHT'S PARD, JIM WILLIS.


"If my mem'ry's dealin' a squar' game," remarked the Old Cattleman,
as he moved his chair a bit more into the shade, "it's some'ers over
in the foot-hills of, the Floridas when Enright vouchsafes why he
hates Mexicans."