Bill turns to Jim like he's sayin':
"'Thar's them two short-horns ag'in. I wonders if they ever aims to
pull their freight, or do they reckon they'll pitch camp right
yere?"'
CHAPTER XXII.
OLD SAM ENRIGHT'S "ROMANCE."
"It mebby is, that romances comes to pass on the range when I'm
thar," remarked the Old Cattleman, meditatively, "but if so be, I
never notes 'em. They shorely gets plumb by me in the night."
The old gentleman had just thrown down a daily paper, and even as he
spoke I read on the upturned page the glaring headline: "Romance in
Real Life." His recent literature was the evident cause of his
reflections.
"Of course," continued the Old Cattleman, turning for comfort to his
inevitable tobacco pipe, "of course, at sech epocks as some degraded
sharp takes to dealin' double in a poker game, or the kyards begins
to come two at a clatter at faro-bank, the proceedin's frequent
takes on what you-all might call a hue of romance; an' I admits they
was likely to get some hectic, myse'f. But as I states, for what
you-all would brand as clean. strain romance, I ain't recallin'
none."
"How about those love affairs of your youth?" I ventured.
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