Under that sycamore stands the old cabin; There sits his comrade. Eh! -- are you mad? You would try to arrest him? You, with a warrant? Oh, well, take the rest of them: Pedro, Bill, Murray, Pat Doolan. Hey! -- all of you, Tumble out, d ----- n it! There!-- that 'll do, boys! Stand back! Ease his elbows; Take the gag from his mouth. Good! Now scatter like devils After his posse -- four straggling, four drunken -- At the posada. You -- help me off with these togs, and then vamos! Now, ole Jeff Dobbs! -- Sheriff, Scout, and Detective! You're so dorned 'cute! Kinder sick, ain't ye, bluffing Jack of the Tules! -194- |