The signs is made outen pine boards, an' Billy has marked
this yere motto onto 'em with a burnt stick
"'DOBY'S GOT A PAPOOSE,
SO
PULL YOUR FREIGHT."
"It ain't no time after Billy posts his warnin's, an' he's still
musin' over 'em mighty reflective, when along projects a Mexican
with a pair of burros he's packin' freight on. The Mexican's goin'
by the notices witbout payin' the least heed tharto. But this don't
do Billy, an' he stands him up.
"'Can you read?' says Billy to the Mexican, at the same time
p'intin' to the signs.
"The Mexican allows in Spanish--which the same Billy saveys an'
palavers liberal--that he can't read. Then he p'ints out to go by
ag'in.
"'No you don't none, onless in the smoke; says Billy, an' throws a
gun on him. 'Pause where you be, my proud Castilian, an' I'll flood
your darkened ignorance with light by nacherally readin' this yere
inscription to you a whole lot.'
"Tharupon Billy reads off the notice a heap impressive, an' winds up
by commandin' of the Mexican to line out on the trail back.
"'Vamos!' says Billy. 'Which if you insists on pushin' along through
yere I'll turn in an' crawl your hump some.'
"But the Mexican gets ugly as a t'ran'tler at this, an' with one
motion he lugs out a six-shooter an' onbosoms the same.
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