The Oskaloosa Kid quailed but he held his ground.
"I wasn't here last night," he cried, "and I'm not begging
for food--I want to buy some. I've got plenty of money,"
in proof of which assertion he dug into a side pocket
and brought forth a large roll of bills. The man lowered
his gun.
"Wy didn't ye say so in the first place then?" he
growled. "How'd I know you wanted to buy it, eh?
Where'd ye come from anyhow, this early in the morn-
in'? What's yer name, eh? What's yer business, that's
what Jeb Case'd like to know, eh?" He snapped his
words out with the rapidity of a machine gun, nor
waited for a reply to one query before launching the
next. "What do ye want to buy, eh? How much money
ye got? Looks suspicious. That's a sight o' money yew got
there, eh? Where'dje get it?"
"It's mine," said The Oskaloosa Kid, "and I want to
buy some eggs and milk and ham and bacon and flour
and onions and sugar and cream and strawberries and
tea and coffee and a frying pan and a little oil stove,
if you have one to spare, and--"
Jeb Case's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "You're
in the wrong pasture, bub," he remarked feelingly.
"What yer lookin' fer is Sears, Roebuck & Company.
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