What I aims to relate, how-ever, is an incident
as sheds light on how wise an' foxy Road Runners be.
"Doc Peets an' me, as I states, ain't lavishin' no onreasonable
notice on these yere birds, an' they've been scatterin' along the
trail for mebby it's an hour, when one of 'em comes to a plumb halt,
sharp. The other stops likewise an' rounds up ag'inst his mate; an'
bein' cur'ous to note what's pesterin 'em, Peets an' me curbs to a
stand-still. The Road Runner who stops first--the same bein' Bill--
is lookin' sharp an' interested-like over across the plains.
"'Rattlesnake,' he imparts to his side partner.
"'Where's he at?' says the side partner, which is Jim, 'where's this
yere snake at, Bill? I don't note no rattlesnake.'
"'Come round yere by me,' Bill says. 'Now on a line with the top of
yonder mesa an' a leetle to the left of that soap-weed; don't you-
all see him quiled up thar asleep?'
"'Which I shorely does,' says Jim, locatin' the rattlesnake with his
beady eye, 'an' he's some sunk in slumber. Bill, that serpent is our
meat.'
"'Move your moccasins easy,' says Bill, 'so's not to turn him out.
Let's rustle up some flat cactuses an' corral him.
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