"'But loco or no loco, this yere Princess person is shore that good
lookin' a pinto pony don't compare tharwith; an' when she gets her
black eyes on our lieutenant,
that settles it; we rounds up at her hacienda an' goes into camp.
"'Besides
the lieutenant thar's six of us. One of 'em's a shorthorn who
matches me for age; which his name's Willis--Jim Willis. "'Now I
ain't out
to make no descriptions of the friendship which goes on between this
yere Willis an' me. I sees a show one time when I'm pesterin' 'round
back in St. Looey--an' I'm yere to remark I don't go that far east
no more--which takes on about a couple of sports who's named Damon
an' Pythias. Them two people's all right, an' game. An' they shore
deems high of one another. But at the time I sees this yere Damon
an'
Pythias, I says to myse'f, an' ever since I makes onhesitatin'
assertion
tharof, that the brotherly views them two gents entertains ain't a
marker to Jim Willis an' me. "'This yere Jim I knows since we're
yearlin's. We-alls jumps outen the corral together back in
Tennessee, an' goes off into this Mexican war like twins. An' bein'
two boys that a-way
among a band of men, I allows thar ain't nothin' before, nor then,
nor after.
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