The whole racket shocks an' shakes me to that degree,' concloods Enright, 'that to-day I ain't got no settled views on opals', none whatever.' "'Jest the same, I thinks it's opals that's the trouble with Dave,' declar's Boggs, plenty stubborn an' while the rest of us don't yoonite with him, we receives his view serious an' respectful so's not to jolt Boggs's feelin's.
"Goin' back, however, to when Dave sets up the warble of 'Bye O baby!' that a-way, we-all, followin' Enright's s'licitation for our thoughts, abides a heap still an' makes no response.

Enright asks ag'in: 'What do you-all think ?' "At last Boggs, who as I sets forth frequent is a nervous gent, an' one on whom silence soon begins to prey, ag'in speaks up.

Bein' doubtful an' mindful of Enright's argyment ag'in his opal bluff, however, Boggs don't advance his concloosions this time at all emphatic.

In a tone like he's out ridin' for information himse'f, Boggs says: "'Mebby, if it ain't opals, it's a case of straight loco.' "'While I wouldn't want to readily think Dave locoed,' says Enright, 'seein' he's oncommon firm on his mental feet, still he's shore got something on his mind.

An' bein' it is something, it's possible as you says that Dave's intellects is onhossed.' "'Whatever for a play would it be,' says Cherokee, 'to go an' ask Dave himse'f right now ?' "'I'd be some slow about propoundin' sech surmises to Dave,' says Boggs.