“‘"Thar’s no show which has Satan for a silent partner goin’ to cut itse’f loose in this village,” says Squar’ Alexanders.

“’"What’s this talk about Satan?” responds the wizard.  “I don’t savey no more about Satan than I does about you.”

“‘"Look at them bills,” says Squar’ Alexanders, an’ he p’ints to where one is hangin’ on the barroom wall.  It gives a picture of the foul fiend, with pitchfork, spear-head tail an’ all.  “Whatever do you call that?”

“’"That’s a bluff,” says the wizard.  “If Kaintucky don’t get tangled up with Satan ontil I imports him to her fertile shores, you cimmarons may regyard yourse’fs as saved.”

“‘"Be you-all goin’ to do the sundry deeds you sets forth in the programmes?” asks Squar’ Alexanders after a pause.

“‘"Which I shorely be!” says the wizard, “an’ if I falls down or fails you can call me a ab’litionist.”

“‘"Then all I has to say is this,” returns Squar’ Alexanders; “no gent could do them feats an’ do ’em on the level.  You’d have to have the he’p of demons to pull em off.  An’ that brings us back to my first announcement; an’ stranger, your show don’t go.”

“‘At this the wizard lets on he’s lost patience with Squar’ Alexanders an’ declares he won’t discuss with him no more.  Also, he gives it out that, Satan, or no Satan, he’ll begin to deal his game at eight o’clock.

“‘"Very well!” rejoins Squar’ Alexanders.  “Since you refooses to be warned I shall shore instruct the constable to collar you on the steps of Liberty Hall.”  As he says this, Squar’ Alexanders p’ints across to Chet Kishler, who’s the constable, where he’s restin’ hhnse’f in front of Baxter’s store.

“‘This yere Chet is a giant an’ clost onto eight foot high.  It’s a warm evenin’, an’ as the wizard glances over at Chet, he notices how that offishul is lazily fannin’ himse’f with a barn-door which he’s done lifted off the hinges for that coolin’ purpose.  The wizard don’t say nothin’, but he does turn a mite pale; he sees with half a eye that Satan himse’f would be he’pless once Chet gets his two paws on him.  However, he assoomes that he’s out to give the show as per schedoole.

“‘It’s makin’ toward eight when the wizard lights a seegyar, drinks four fingers of Willow Run, an’ goes p’intin’ out for Liberty Hall.  Chet gets up, hangs the barn-door back on its hinges, an’ sa’nters after.  Squar’ Alexanders has posted Chet as to his dooties an’ his orders is to prounce on the necromancer if he offers to enter the hall.  That’s how the cavalcade lines up:  first, the wizard; twenty foot behind is Chet; an’ twenty foot behind our constable comes the public in a body.

“‘About half way to Liberty Hall the wizard begins to show nervous an’ oncertain.  He keeps lookin’ back at Chet; an’ even in my childish simplicity I sees that he ain’t pleased with the outlook.  At last he weakens an’ abandons his idee of a show.  Gents, as I fills my glass, I asks you-all however now do you reckon that wizard beats a retreat?’