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Pinkey took a triangular piece of glass froarded himself steadfastly in the bit of broken mirror

He murmured finally: "I ain't no prize baby, but if I jest had a classy set of teeth I wouldn't be bad lookin'"

He replaced the mirror in the crack and sauntered down to the cook-shack where he seated hi as if he hed to Rest Me Deep in the Silent Grave"

Pinkey interrupted: "How do you git to work to get teeth, Mr Hicks, if they ain't no dentist handy?"

Like Mr Stott, no question could be put to Mr Hicks for which he could not find an answer He now replied proummery-Ward and have a crate sent out on approval, and keep tryin' till you find a set that fits, or you can take the cast off your gooms yourself, send it on and have 'em hammer you out some to order"

"Is that so? What kind of stuff do they use to ooms of?"

"Soenerally recommend plaster of Paris It's hard, and it's cheap, and it stays where it's put"

A thoughtful silence followed; then Pinkey got up and joined Wallie, as sitting on the top pole of the corral, set practice with 22's and six-shooters, having been persuaded finally not to use Mr Canby's range as a background They now all walked with a swagger and seldom went to their meals without their weapons

Pinkey blurted out suddenly: "I wisht I'd died when I was little!"

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothin'"