I rolls over behind the bayonet-bush an' raises a
snore. As for that Frosty, he waits a while; then he pulls his
freight, allowin' I'm too deliberate about comin' back, for him.
"'It must have made them coyotes stop an' consider a whole lot about
what I be. To show you how good them coyotes is, I wants to tell
you: I don't notice it ontil the next day. While I'm curled up to
the r'ar of that bush they comes mighty near gnawin' the scabbard
offen my gun. Fact; the leather looks like some pup has been chewin'
it. But right then I ain't mindin' nothin' so oninterestin' as a
coyote bitin' on the leather of my gun.
"'Now this is where that bluff about bread on the waters comes in;
an' it falls so pat on the heels of them devotions of mine, it he'ps
brand it on my mem'ry. While I'm layin' thar, an' mighty likely
while them coyotes is lunchin' offen my scabbard that a-way, along
comes a rank stranger they calls Spanish Bill.
"'I learns afterward how this Spanish Bill is hard, plumb through.
He's rustled everythin' from a bunch of ponies to the mail-bags, an'
is nothin' but a hold-up who needs hangin' every hour. Whatever
takes him to where I lays by my bayonet-bush I never knows.
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