We-
alls figgers, lookin' on, that Jim an' Bill aims to put the
rattlesnake in prison; leave him captive that a-way in a cactus
calaboose. But we don't size up Jim an' Bill accurate at all. Them
two fowls is shorely profound.
"No sooner is the corral made, than Jim an' Bill, without a word of
warnin', opens up a warjig 'round the outside; flappin' their
pinions an' screechin' like squaws. Nacherally the rattlesnake wakes
up. The sight of them two Road Runners, Jim an' Bill, cussin' an'
swearin' at him, an' carryin' on that a-way scares him.
"It's trooth to say Bill an' Jim certainly conducts themse'fs
scand'lous. The epithets they heaps on that pore ignorant
rattlesnake, the taunts they flings at him, would have done Apaches
proud.
The rattlesnake buzzes an' quils up, an' onsheaths his fangs, an'
makes bluffs to strike Bill an' Jim, but they only hops an' dances
about, thinkin' up more ornery things to say. Every time the
rattlesnake goes to crawl away--which he does frequent--he strikes
the cactus thorns an' pulls back. By an' by he sees he's elected,
an' he gets that enraged he swells up till he's big as two snakes;
Bill an' Jim maintainin' their sass.
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