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"Tharupon these yere Road Runners turns in mighty diligent; an' not
makin' no more noise than shadows, they goes pokin' out on the
plains ontil they finds a flat cactus which is dead; so they can
tear off the leaves with their bills. Doc Peets an' me sets in our
saddles surveyin' their play; an' the way them Road Runners goes
about the labors of their snake killin' impresses us it ain't the
first bootchery of the kind they appears in. They shorely don't need
no soopervisin'.
"One after the other, Jim an' Bill teeters up, all silent, with a
flat cactus leaf in their beaks, an' starts to fence in the
rattlesnake with 'em. They builds a corral of cactus all about him,
which the same is mebby six-foot across. Them engineerin' feats
takes Jim an' Bill twenty minutes. But they completes 'em; an'
thar's the rattlesnake, plumb surrounded.
"These yere cactuses, as you most likely saveys, is thorny no limit;
an' the spikes is that sharp, needles is futile to 'em. Jim an' Bill
knows the rattlesnake can't cross this thorny corral.
"He don't look it none, but from the way he plays his hand, I takes
it a rattlesnake is sensitive an' easy hurt onder the chin.
"An' it's plain to me an' Peets them Road Runners is aware of said
weaknesses of rattlesnakes, an' is bankin' their play tharon.
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