At last I'm preyed on to that degree I'm desperate; an' I makes up my mind to invade Tucson, cross up with Yuba an' let him come a runnin'.

The nervousness of extreme yooth doubtless is what goads me to this decision.
"'It's about second drink time in the afternoon when, havin' donned my weepons, I rides into Tucson.

After leavin' my pony at the corral, I turns into the main street.

It's scorchin' hot an' barrin' a dead burro thar's hardly anybody in sight.

Up in front of the Oriental, as luck has it, stands Yuba and a party of doobious morals who slays hay for the gov'ment, an' is addressed as Lon Gilette.