I brings him down all
cautious where we can look across the valley, an'
[Illustration with caption: "Nacherally I stops an' surveys him
careful]
you-all can gamble I'm some astonished to see a gent walkin' along
afoot, off mebby a couple hundred yards. He sorter limps an' leans
over on one side like he's hurt. Nacherally I stops an' surveys him
careful. It's plenty strange he's thar at all; an' stranger still
he's afoot. I looks him over for weepons; I wants to note what he's
like an' how he's heeled.
"'You saveys as well as me it don't do to go canterin' out to
strangers that a-way in the hills; speshully a stranger who's afoot.
He might hunger for your pony for one thing, an' open a play on you
with his gun, as would leave you afoot an' likewise too dead to know
it.
"'I'm allers cautious that a-way, around a party who's lost his
hoss. It locoes him an' makes him f'rocious; I s'pose bein' afoot he
feels he'pless, an' let out an' crazy. A gent afoot is a heap easier
to aggravate, too; an' a mighty sight more likely to lay for you
than when he's in a Texas saddle with a pony between his knees.
"'Which is why I remarks, that I stacks up this pedestrian careful
an' accurate before I goes after him.
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