"I’ll be cussed!" he exclaimed, staring from Tex to the sign over the door and then back at the new peace officer, cocking his head as he read the badge. "Good for you!" he cried. "It’s about time this dog’s town had a white man to run it; an’ they couldn’t ’a’ picked a better, neither!" His enthusiasm ebbed a little and he looked curiously and thoughtfully into the marshal’s eyes. "How’d you come to get th’ job?" he demanded. Tex stuck his thumbs in the armholes of his vest and grinned. He knew the thought that had sobered his companion’s face. "Pop’lar clamor, Thomas; ’an’ all that sort of a thing,’ as Whitby used to say. My great popularity an’ my pleasin’ nature an’ disposition, not to mention my good looks an’ winnin’ ways, seem to have turned th’ balance in my favor. But, outside of that I don’t know why I got it. Carney thought I’d mebby bring him more trade; Williams mourned th’ lack of anybody to give him adequate police protection, an’ th’ harness-maker mentions Jack Slade. He admires Jack Slade, an’ says I remind him of that person by th’ way I let him fix up my left-hand holster. That suits me because Slade was lynched." "Then Williams really made th’ play stick?" Tommy asked with poorly concealed suspicion. "Williams pinned on my nickel-plated authority," said Tex. "Nobody else had one. He reckons I’m wearin’ his colors; but, my Christian friend, th’ only colors th’ new marshal wears are his own. I’m to keep order in ’this dog’s town,’ as you put it, an’ I’m goin’ to do it. Miners, railroaders, storekeepers, cattlemen, an’ ornery punchers please listen an’ be enlightened. Th’ badge is only a nickel-plate affair; but there ain’t no nickel, nor rust, neither, on my Cyclopean twins. They’re my real authority. Now, then, don’t walk all over Blascom’s Overland Trail, but set down in th’ chair he just vacated. Tell me all about yoreself." "Marshal," began Tommy in some embarrassment, "I didn’t get th’ hang of that little mix-up in th’ hotel till I got quite some distance out of town. My head was whirlin’ a little, an’ I’m nat’rally stupid, anyhow. I just want to say that yo’re wrong about them Colts bein’ some kind of twins. Mebby they are durin’ these peaceful days; but if things get crowded they’ll turn into triplets, th’ missin’ brother bein’ right here on my laig. Besides that, you got a craggy lot of deputies out on th’ C Bar any time you need ’em. Don’t stop me while I’m runnin’ free! I’m sayin’ I never saw a squarer, cleaner piece of shootin’ than you showed us all in th’ hotel th’ other day. An’--you keep off th’ trail while I’m comin’ strong!--an’ I’ve been somethin’ of a fool about us an’ that little lady. From now on I’m afoot where she’s concerned, an’ you know what us punchers amount to, afoot."