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I don't guess it's good med'cine talkin' names. But I don't mind sayin' right here this thing's made me feel mean. The story's come straight from that--that--Jonah gal's farm. Yep, it makes me feel mean. Ther's nothin' but trouble about that place now--'bout her. I ain't got over Ike and Pete. Wal, I don't guess we'll get to the rights of that now. They wer' two bright boys. Here are us fellers runnin' this camp fer all we know, all good citizens, mind, an' ther' ain't nothin' amiss. We ke'p the place good an' clean of rackets. We're goin' to boom into a big concern, an' we're goin' to make our piles--clean. An' we got to put up with the wust sort of mischief--from this farm. It ain't right. It ain't a square shake by a sight. I sez when ther's Jonahs about they need to be put right out. An' mark you, that gal, an' that farm are Jonahs. Now we got this sheriff feller comin' around with his dep'ties chasin' glory after a crook. He'll get his nose into everybody. An' sheriffs' noses is quick at gettin' a nasty smell. I ain't sayin' a thing about any citizen in this place--but I don't guess any of us has store halos about us, an' halos is the only things'll keep any feller safe when sheriffs get around.