“‘What’s this?’ says he, when I hands him the resignations, pompous. “‘Them es read may run,’ quoths I sweetly. “‘Then run, in the name of a goat, you _Americanos sin verguenza_! I keel you, dogs, beasts for bring here back my cattles to starve!’ Then he outs with a gun an’ begins to punctuate his wrath with methodic cracks at my boot heels. “‘This is a shame,’ says Chinook Bill, ‘an’ a arful breach o’ ediket,’ an’ he prompt starts in to retaliate; then I picks up courage an’ adds my relay o’ lead an’ fluent invective. “Ol’ José Mendez sets up a howl, an’ says: “‘How much I owe you _Americanos_?’ “‘Three months apiece,’ says I, ‘which is two hundred an’ forty dol’ fer the two o’ us, an’ mighty quick.’ “‘_Caramba!_’ says he, ‘I pay you, then you skeep _inmediatamente_.’ “‘We’re arful obliged,’ says I, sarcastic. Then we mounts an’ makes trail fer Carbola, which was situate about forty miles away, due south. We hit terra firma only where elevation was considerable an’ generally porphyry rock, an’ rode into that little unsanctified hamlet in a hooricane cloud o’ dust. “‘Whew!’ says I, ‘a golden sunset an’ sich a ’ristocratic quietoode! One would natcherally concloode they was arful stuck-up.’ “‘Maybe they don’t happen to remember us,’ says Chinook Bill, ominous an’ his feelin’s hurt. “‘It sure is a insult,’ says I. “‘An’ nobody to give us a ovation,’ says Chinook Bill, almost tearful. “‘It’s a snub,’ says I, ‘an’ Greasers at that!’ “It’s too quiet to be real,’ comments Chinook Bill, still ominous. “‘Terrible oppressive,’ I agrees. “Then we stops at the edge o’ town an’ shakes hands solemn like. Chinook Bill gets poetic an’ weeps copious. “‘Maybe it will be the last chance,’ says he in a small voice, ‘an’ we will be eat up by cruel Injuns. We cyaint let the opportunity pass,’ says he. Then he recites some poetry es says opportunity never knocks but oncet. ‘An’ it ’ud be a shame not to do it.’ “‘A arful shame,’ concedes I, then we shakes hands again. “‘Are you ready?’ says Chinook Bill. “‘I’m dancin’ with suppressed hylarity,’ says I. “Then we put spurs an’ whoops her up, shootin’ promiscuous. When we come to a halt an’ the smoke cleared, I says: “‘Did you see anything, Bill?’ “‘Nope,’ says he, ‘but things is lightin’ up.’ “‘Folks is so curious,’ says I. “‘Plum disgustin’,’ says Chinook Bill. ‘Al’ays interruptin’ an’ no privacy fer a healthy, robust body.’ “‘It’s a second insult,’ says I, an’ we whoops her up again.