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I've saw some mighty real dreams in my time. In a dream all things is possible. In real life a system ain't possible. Now, I ain't never ben to college, but I'm plum justified in sizin' up this gamblin' orgy of ourn as a sure enough dream." "Hamilton's 'Law of Parsimony," Smoke laughed. "I ain't never heard of the geezer, but his dope's sure right.
If there is anything that I can tell you." "I was wonderin' who was payin' for this here private room and reg'lar nurse. I been sizin' up things and folks like me don't get such fancy trimmin's without payin'." "Why it was your your father." Pete sat up quickly. "My father! I ain't got no father. I I reckon somebody got things twisted."
But, all th' same, fact remains, ye cannot shtart in makin' th' Force a laughin' stock by charrgin' a man av Gully's position wid murdher widout mighty shtrong evidence tu back ut. An' sizin' things up fwhat have we got, afther all, . . . right now . . . tu shwear out a warrant on? . . . Nothin', really, 'cept that he's shown us he's a bad man wid a gun!
"Then perhaps Marie will explain to me later. For the present, M'sieur, I leave you." "Sorry if I've put you in bad, Miss Stribble," says I, as the Madame sweeps out. "Oh, that's all right," says Mame, tossin' her chin. "She'll get over it. And, anyway, I was takin' a chance." "So I noticed," says I. "What was the big idea, though?" "Just sizin' up the people who pass by," says Mame.
He paws the grass, an' declar's himse'f, an' gives notice that while I'm plumb welcome, he wants it onderstood that he's party of the first part in that valley, an' aims to so continyoo. As I at once agrees to his claims, he is pacified; then he counts up the camp like he's sizin' up the plunder. It's at this point I signs Prince Hal as my friend for life by givin' him about a foot of bacon-skin.
Say, Tresler," he went on, with a serious light in his eyes, "I'd jest like to say one thing to you, bein' an old hand round these parts myself, an' that's this. When you git kind o' worried, use your gun. Et's easy an' quick. Guess you've plenty o' time an' to spare after fer sizin' things up.
Jim an' Bill is shorely cel'bratin' a vic'try. "After the skelp dance is over, Bill an' Jim tiptoes over mighty quiet an' sedate, an' Jim takes their prey by the tail an' yanks it. After the rattlesnake's drug out straight, him an' Bill runs their eyes along him like they's sizin' him up. With this yere last, however, it's cl'ar the Road Runners regards the deal as closed.
Why, even now, he's sizin' up the case an' everything he thinks of proves it an' nothin' disproves it. But anyway, the prints prove it all." "Prints?" I said, half dazedly. "Yessir. I photographed a lot o' finger prints in both houses, an' the Headquarters people fixed 'em up for me, magnerfied 'em, you know, an' printed 'em on little cards, an' as you can see, they're all the same."
"'I don't lay down my hand, says Texas Thompson, one time when him an' me is alone, 'to any gent between the Rio Grande an' the Oregon, on sizin' up a conversation. An' I'll impart to you, holdin' nothin' back, that the Colonel is shorely the limit. Merely to listen, is an embarrassment of good things, like openin' a five-hand jack-pot on a ace-full.
They know well enough that Panhandle stole your horses. And you said the people in San Andreas don't like Sneed a whole lot." "Because they're scared of him and his crowd. And we're strangers here. It's just me and Lawson, this deal. Sneed is sizin' you up, back of his whiskers, right now. He's tryin' to figure out who you are. Sneed ain't one to run into the law when they's anybody lookin' on.
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