"'Which it can't be said I don't make runnin' of it, however; I
don't reckon now it's mor'n an hour before I knows all Taos, bar
Mexicans an' what some folks calls "the better elements." It also
follows, like its lariat does a loose pony, that I'm some organized
by whiskey, not to say confused.
"'It's because I'm confused I'm misled into this yere pra'r-meetin.'
Not that them exercises is due to dim my eternal game none, now nor
yereafter; but as I ain't liable to adorn the play nor take proper
part tharin, I'd shorely passed out an' kept on to the hurdy-gurdy
if I'd knowed. As it stands, I blunders into them orisons
inadvertent; but, havin' picked up the hand, I nacherally continues
an' plays it.
"'It's this a-way about them religious exercises: I'm emerged from
the Tub of Blood, an' am p'intin' out for the dance-hall, when I
strikes a wickeyup all lighted, an' singin' on the inside. I takes
it for a joint I ain't seen none as yet, an' tharupon heads up an'
enters. From the noise, I allows mebby it's Mexican; which Greasers
usual puts up a heap of singin' an' scufflin' an' talkin' in
everythin' from monte to a bull-fight.
"'Once I'm in, I notes it ain't Mexicans an' it ain't monte.
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