“Feller is entitled to all the fun he can get out of life.”
I am going to endeavor to reproduce their language as near as possible.
Mr. Suggs said to him—
“You have a wonderful country, Mr. Simpkins.”
It appears that none of the trio seemed pleased over this statement. Mr.
Simpkins said—
“What for?”
I confess that I did not know, and I’m sure Willie did not, but Mr.
Harper came to our assistance by saying—
“They write books.”
Mr. Simpkins’ face seemed to lengthen, and his lips formed the letter
“O,” but no sound came forth. Then his face gradually became normal
again. Mr. Jones volunteered this ungrammatical information—
“It has a gun.”
I took it from my pocket, intending to let Mr. Simpkins examine it, but
he stopped me.
“Sh-h-h-h!” he said. “Don’t let any one know you’ve got it.”
“Will I have to use it?” I asked.
“If you get a chance.”
“I should hate to kill a man with it,” said I.
“I’d hate to try and kill one with it.”
“What is the difference?” I asked.