The present incident goes as a witticism; but
you can gamble the next won't be so regarded.'
"That sorter ends the talk, an' all of us but the cook an' the hoss-
hustlers bein' in the saddle by now, we disperses ourse'fs through
the scenery to work the cattle an' proceed with the round-up we-alls
is on. We notes, though, that tailin' Todd's pony don't go ag'in
with safety.
"It's when we-alls rides away that Doc Peets--who's out with the
round-up, though he ain't got no cattle-brand himse'f--tells Jaybird
he's not a humorist, like I already repeats.
"But, as I su'gests, this Jaybird Bob can't believe it none. He's
mighty shore about his jokes bein' excellent good jokes; an' while
it's plain Todd ain't got no confidence in him an' distrusts him
complete since he tips over his bronco that mornin', it looks like
Jaybird can't let him alone. An' them misdeeds of Jaybird's keeps
goin' on, ontil by the merest mistake--for it's shore an accident if
ever one happens in the cow country--this yere tenderfoot shoots up
Jaybird an' kills him for good.
"It looks to us like it's a speshul Providence to warn folks not to
go projectin' about, engaged in what you might call physical jests
none.
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