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"I'm shore sorry you and Swing are busted, Racey, I'd do anything for you I could in reason. You know damwell I would, but money's tight with me just now. I ain't really got a cent I can lend. Got a mortgage comin' due next month, but that ain't now, of course." "Of course not. Huh-how could you think it was now? Huh-how could you, Lul-Luke? Dud-do you know the child ain't a year old yet?"
Then, when Luke leaned forward, Racey did the same and possessed himself of the money-lender's ear by the simple method of gripping it tightly between fingers and thumb. "Lul-luke," resumed Racey, "Jack Harpe's offered us a job, too, an' we're gonna take him up instead of the Bar S. Huh-how's that?"
"We-ell, I dunno. You see, Racey " "I nun-need the money," interrupted Racey. "I'm broke bub-broke bad. Swing's broke, too. That's too bad I mean that's two bub-boke brad whistle twice for the crossing I mean Aw, hell, I know whu-what I mean if-fif you don't. You lul-lend me that mum-money, Lul-Luke, like a good feller." Luke Tweezy shook a regretful head.
"Dud-don't remember," denied Racey. "Think," urged Luke Tweezy. "Am thu-thinkin'," Racey said, crossly. "What you wanna know for?" "I don't like to have folks talkin' so loose and free about me," was the Tweezy explanation. "Duh-hic-quite right," hiccuped Racey Dawson. "An' you are, too, y'old catawampus. You a friend o' mim-mine, Lul-luke?"
"S'funny all right an' that's fuf-funnier," he added as Luke and his chair scraped backward to avoid the drip. "D'I wet yuh all up, Lul-luke? Mum-my min-mis-take. I'm makin' lul-lots of mistakes to-day." Luke Tweezy twisted his leathery features into his best smile. "It don't matter," he told Racey. "Not a-tall. I uh who was it told you I knowed this Jack Harpe?"
"Shore," said Luke, with an eye out for another upset glass. "Then lend me huh-hundred dollars, Lul-Luke." "Lend you a hundred dollars! On what security?" "My wuh-word," Racey strove to say with dignity. "Ain't that enough?" "Shore, but but I ain't got a hundred dollars with me to-day." "Bub-but you can gug-get it," Racey insisted, weaving his head from side to side in a snake-like manner.
"The Bub-bub-bar S is the bub-best ranch in the worl'." Again Racey took up the thread of his discourse. "I tell you that outfit is great friends o' mine. Juh-juh-just tut-to shuh-show yuh, Lul-luke. Ol' Man Sush-Saltoun let three punchers go lul-last week an' then turned round an' gives us both jobs. That's huh-how we stand with Ol' Man Sush-Saltoun." "That's fine," complimented Luke Tweezy.
"I knowed you wouldn't tell, Lul-luke," Racey declared, solemnly, reaching across the table and affectionately pawing the Tweezy sleeve. "I mum-maybe dud-drunk, but I know a friend when I see him. Yuh bub-bet I do. Lul-lookit, Luke, lean over " Here Racey pressed heavily on Swing's instep.
"An' that ain't all," Racey galloped on, one toe pressing Swing's instep. "I'm gonna tell him, Swing. He ain't no friend o' Jack Harpe's. If I tell you you won't tell nobody, Lul-Luke, wuh-will yuh?" Luke was understood to state that no clam could be tighter-mouthed.
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