He won't do, so I reckon yu better go yoreself," responded Buck, smiling broadly and moving off.
"Hey, yu! Wait a minute!" cried Red in consternation.

Buck paused and Red groped for an excuse: "Why don't you send Billy ?" He blurted in desperation.
The foreman's smile assumed alarming proportions and he slapped his thigh in joy: "Good boy!" he laughed.

"Billy's th' man--good Lord, but won't he give Cupid cold feet! Rustle around an' send th' pessimistic soul to me." Red, grinning and happy, rapidly visited door after door, shouted, "Hey, Billy!" and proceeded to the next one.

He was getting pugnacious at his lack of success when he espied Mr.Billy Williams tacking along the accidental street as if he owned it.

Mr.Williams was executing fancy steps and was trying to sing many songs at once.
Red stopped and grabbed his bibulous friend as that person veered to starboard: "Yore a peach of a life-preserver, yu are!" he exclaimed.
Billy balanced himself, swayed back and forth and frowned his displeasure at this unwarranted action: "I ain't no wife-deserter!" he shouted.