"You fellows certainly don't waste any time getting busy," Simms laughed.
"That's the secret of gun-fightin'," replied Skinny.
"Well, you 're a fine crowd all right. Any time you want to go any place when you 're broke, climb aboard my train and I 'll see't you get there."
"Much obliged."
Simms turned to the express-car: "Hey, Jackson! You can open up now if you want to."
But the express-messenger was suspicious, fearing that the conductor was talking with a gun at his head: "You go to h—l!" he called back.
"Honest!" laughed Simms. "Some cowboy friends o' mine licked the gang. Did n't you hear that dynamite go off? If they had n't fished it out from under your feet you 'd be communing with the angels 'bout now."
For a moment there was no response, and then Jackson could be heard dragging things away
