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An' I hinted round in an off-hand way,
That, providin' the enterprize would pay, I thought as I might jes' happen to light On a hoss that would leave him out er sight. In less'n a second we seen him yank A roll o' greenbacks out o' his flank, An' he said if we wanted to bet, to name The limit, an' he would tackle the game. Jes' a week before we had all been down
On a jamboree to the nearest town,
An' the whiskey joints and the faro games
An' a-shakin' our hoofs with the dance hall dames,
Made a wholesale bust; an', pard, I'll be cussed
If a man in the outfit had any dust.
An' so I explained, but the youth replied
That he'd lay the money matter aside,
An' to show that his back didn't grow no moss
He'd bet his machine against my hoss.
I tuk him up, an' the bet war closed, An' me a-chucklin5, fer I supposed I war playin' in dead-sure, winnin' luck In the softest snap I had ever struck. An' the boys chipped in with a knowin' grin, Fer they thought the fool had no chance to win. An' so we agreed fer to run that day To the Navajo cross, ten miles away,— As handsome a track as you ever seed Fer testin' a hosses prettiest speed. 15 |
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