"What's the use to deny it?" said the Kid. "I got into a little gun frolic down in Laredo and plugged a white man. There wasn't any Mexican handy. And I come down to your parrot-and-monkey range just for to smell the morning-glories and marigolds. Now, do you sabe?" Thacker got up and closed the door. "Let me see your hand," he said.
"I never heard such a parrot-and-monkey, Kilkenny-cat outfit in all my life! What's up, fellows?" Benson's father was generally acknowledged to be a "comedian." No one ever saw him in a temper, or heard him speak a sharp word. He had a droll, woebegone face that never smiled, but a face everybody from the mayor to the poorest mill hand loved and respected.