As
Road Runners is frequent with us, our minds don't bother with 'em
none. Now an' then Doc an' me can see they converses as they goes
speedin' along a level or down a slope. It's as if one says to
t'other, somethin' like this yere
"'How's your wind, Bill? Is it comin' easy?'
"'Shore,' it would seem like Bill answers. 'Valves never is in sech
shape. I'm on velvet; how's your laigs standin' the pace, Jim?'
"'Laigs is workin' like they's new oiled,' Jim replies back; 'it's a
plumb easy game. I reckons, Bill, me an' you could keep ahead of
them mavericks a year if we-alls feels like it.'
"'Bet a blue stack on it,' Bill answers. ' I deems these yere gents
soft. Before I'd ride sech ponies as them, I'd go projectin' 'round
some night an' steal one.'
"'Them ponies is shorely a heap slothful,' Jim answers.
"'At this mebby them Road Runners ruffles their feathers an' runs on
swifter, jest to show what a slow racket keepin' ahead of me an'
Peets is. An' these yere locoed birds keeps up sech conversations
for hours.
"Mind I ain't sayin' that what I tells you is what them Road Runners
really remarks; but I turns it over to you-all the way it strikes me
an' Doc at the time.
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