Montana Jim was sticking tallow candles in the middle of a rude table; Lem was searching his clothes, manifestly for money; Bludsoe shuffled a greasy deck of cards, and Jack Belllounds was filling his pipe before a fire of blazing logs on the hearth.
"Dog-gone it! I hed more money 'n thet," complained Lem.

"Jim, you rode to Kremmlin' last.

Did you take my money ?" "Wal, come to think of it, I reckon I did," replied Jim, in surprise at the recollection.
"An' whar's it now ?" "Pard, I 'ain't no idee.

I reckon it's still in Kremmlin'.

But I'll pay you back." "I should smile you will.