As the
hold-up makes this yere exclamation about the girl bein' his
relative that a-way, his Winchester goes a-rattlin' onto the trail
an' he gathers her in his arms. However, he don't last longer than a
drink of whiskey now. He don't no more'n lift her up, before even he
kisses her, the remainin' Wells-Fargo gent downs him, an' the riot's
over complete.
"'Three killed an' none wounded is how results stacks up; an' after
me an' the live Wells-Fargo gent cl'ars the dead leader outen the
trail, we-alls lays out the remainders inside all peaceful, an'
comes a-curvin' on to Wolfville. It's then, as we puts 'em in the
coach, I sees that my hold-up's that onfortunate felon, Slim Jim.
Which I was shorely astonished. I says to the Wells-Fargo gent, as
we looks at Slim Jim:
"'"Pard, the drinks is due from me on this. If I has a week to guess
in, I'd never said 'Slim Jim.'"
CHAPTER XVI.
JAYBIRD BOB'S JOKE.
"Whatever makes this yere jaybird Bob believe he's a humorist," said
the Old Cattleman one afternoon as we slowly returned from a walk,
"whatever it is misleads him to so deem himself is shorely too many
for me. Doc Peets tells him himse'f one day he's plumb wrong.
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