Would n't Sharpsville be disgusted if they went north? But let's get out of here, 'less you got some plan to bag a couple."
"I like you more all th' time," Bill smiled. "But I ain't got no plan, except to move."
"Now, if they ain't funny," muttered Jimmy. "If they only knowed what they was runnin' into!"
Bill turned in surprise. "I reckon I 'm easy, but I 'll bite: what are they runnin' into?"
"I don't mean th' Injuns; I mean that wagon," replied Jimmy, nodding to a canvas-covered "schooner" on the opposite hill. "Come here, 'Sylum!" he thundered. Bill wheeled, and smothered a curse when he saw the woman. "Fools!" he snarled. "Don't let her know," and he was galloping toward the newcomers.
"They shore is innercent," soliloquized Jimmy, following. "Just like a baby chasin' a rattler for to play with it."
Bill drew rein at the wagon and removed his sombrero. "Howd'y," he said. "Where you headin' for?" he asked pleasantly.
