ain't done much. You look tired, too. Come a long way?"
"Logan," replied Bill. "Do you know where I 'm goin'? An' why?" he asked.
Mr. Hawley looked surprised and almost answered the first part of the question correctly before he thought. "Well," he grinned, "if I could tell where strangers was goin', an' why, I would n't never ask 'em where they come from. An' I 'd shore hunt up a li'l game of faro, you bet!"
Bill smiled. "Well, that might be a good idea. But, say, what ails this town, anyhow?"
"What ails it? Hum! Why, lack of money for one thing; scenery, for another; wimmin, for another. Oh, h—l, I ain't got time to tell you what ails it. Why?"
"Is there anything th' matter with me?"
"I don't know you well enough for to answer that kerrect."
"Well, would you turn around an' stare at me, an' seem pained an' hurt? Do I look funny? Has anybody put a sign on my back?"
