"An' yet, as I sends my mind back over the trail, I never knows of
nothin' bad this yere Slim Jim does. You needn't go inferrin' none,
from his havin' a terror of steers an' broncos that a-way, that he's
timid plumb through. Thar's reason to deem him game when he's up
ag'inst mere man.
"Once, so they tells the story, Curly Bill rounds up this Slim Jim
in a Red Dog hurdy-gurdy an' concloods to have some entertainment
with him.
"'Dance, you shorthorn!' says this yere Curly Bill, yankin' out his
six-shooter an' p'intin' it mighty sudden at Slim Jim's foot;
'shuffle somethin' right peart now, or you-all emerges shy a toe.'
"Does this Slim Jim dance? Never cavorts a step. At the first move
he swarms all over this Curly Bill like a wild-cat, makes him drop
his gun, an' sends him out of the hurdy-gurdy on a canter. That's
straight; that's the painful fact in the case of Curly Bill, who
makes overgay with the wrong gent.
"Later, mebby an hour, so the party says who relates it to me, Curly
Bill sends back word into the hurdy-gurdy, tellin' the barkeep, if
his credit's good after sech vicissitoodes, to treat the house. He
allows the drinks is on him, an' that a committee can find him
settin' on the post office steps sorter goin' over himse'f for
fractures, if it's held necessary for him to be present when the
drinks is took.
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