"
"'It's this bluff about me not havin' money puts me in mind later
that this Bill must have rustled my raiments when he finds me that
time when I'm presided over by coyotes while I sleeps. When he says
it, however, I merely remarks that while I'm grateful to him as
mockin'-birds, money after all ain't no object with me; an', pullin'
off my nigh moccasin, I pours some two pounds of specie onto the
blankets.
"'"Which I packs this in my boot," I observes, "to put mysc'f in
mind I've got a roll big enough to fill a nose-bag over to Howard's
store."
"'"An' I'm feelin' the galiest to hear it," says this Spanish Bill;
though as I su'gests he acts pained an' amazed, like a gent who's
over-looked a bet.
"'Well, that's all thar is to that part. That's where Spanish Bill
launches that bread of his'n; an' the way it later turns out it
sorter b'ars down on me, an' keeps me rememberin' what that skyscout
says at the pra'r-meetin' about the action a gent gets by playin' a
good deed to win.
"'It's the middle of January, mebby two months later, when I'm over
on the Upper Caliente about fifty miles back of the Spanish Peaks.
I'm workin' a bunch of cattle; Cross-K is the brand; y'ear-marks a
swallow-fork in the left, with the right y'ear onderhacked.
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