CHAPTER IIIHe said: “Now, big boy, you figure that this is all pretty queer, and after I’ve handed out enough money to dress you up, you wonder what I’m going to try to get out of you. Ain’t that right?”
“I dunno,” says I, “but maybe it’s just because you’re a nacherally generous chap and you’re willing to let bygones be bygones.”
Because, you see, I wanted to bluff him out and make him think that I was about ten shades simpler than the fact. But he just leaned a bit over the table and puffed out a cloud of smoke and grinned at me through it.
“You lie like hell!” says he.
And I couldn’t help grinning back.
“Maybe you and me are gunna be able to understand each other,” says I.
“I guess we are,” says he. “I hope that we are. But the first thing for you to write down in red is that I ha
