I takes him over to my
camp. The next mornin' he turns his nose for Texas on my best pony;
which is the last I sees or hears of Spanish Bill, onless he's the
Bill who's lynched over near Eagle Pass a year later, of which I
surmises it's some likely.
"'But whether Bill's lynched or not, it all brings up ag'in what
that Gospel-gent says about doin' benev'lences; an' how after many
days you dies an' makes a winnin', an' lives on velvet all eternity.
An' don't you know this Spanish Bill pickin' me up that night, an'
then in less than two months, when he's afoot an' hurt in the hills,
gettin' ag'inst me an' drawin' out of the game ahead a saddle, a
pony an' safety, makes it seem like that Bible-sharp is right a
whole lot?
"'That's how it strikes me,' concloods Boggs. 'An' as I tells you;
if so many cattle don't die that spring; an' if I don't give way so
frightful in my talk, I'd shorely hunted down a congregation the
next June, an' stood in."'
CHAPTER XVIII.
DAWSON & RUDD, PARTNERS.
"Whatever's the difference between the East an' the West?" said the
Old Cattleman, repeating my question rather for the purpose of
consideration than from any failure to understand: "What's the
difference between the East an' the West? Which, so far as I notes,
to relapse into metaphor, as you-alls says, the big difference is
that the East allers shoots from a rest; while the West shoots off
hand.
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