Yesterday, allowin' to bushwhack some trooth about
'em, I waits till old Wilkins drifts over to the corral, an' then I
goes projectin' 'round for facts. I works it plenty cunnin', an'
sorter happens up to the old man's tepee. I calls the girl out an'
puts it up I wants to see her paw a heap on some business.
"'"I wants to see him speshul,"' I says.
"'"Well, he ain't here now,"' says the girl, "so whatever'll you
do?"'
"'"I don't reckon you could prance 'round some an' find him for me,
could you, Miss?"' I says.
"'So the girl,' continues Enright, 'which her name is Susan, puts on
her shaker an' goes stampedin' off; an' while she's gone I injuns
an' spies 'round a whole lot; an', comin' down to the turn, Wilkins
an' that girl ain't got nothin' to eat. The question now is, what
action does Wolfville 'naugerate at a juncture sech as this?'
"'What's the matter with takin' up a donation like they does for a
preacher, an' saw it onto the girl?' says Dan Boggs.
"'You couldn't open your game that a-way, nohow,' says Doc Peets.
'That's accordin' to Hoyle for sky-pilots an' missionary people; but
a young female a-hoidin' of herse'f high spurns your money. Thar's
nothin' ketches me like a female of my species in distress, an' I
recalls offerin' to stake a lady, who's lost her money somehow, back
in St.
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