"
Then we said by-by to the boys. I played the grand with 'em still, and
I'll just tell you why, me and you bein' such old friends. Although it
may sound queer, coming from my mouth, yet it was because I thought I
might give them boys the proper steer, sometime. You can't talk
Sunday-school to young fellers like that! They don't pay no attention
to what a gent in black clothes and a choker tells 'em; but suppose
Chantay Seeche Red--rippin', roarin' Red Saunders, that fears the face
of no man, nor the hoof of no jackass--lays his hand on a boy's
shoulder, and says, "Son, I wouldn't twist it just like that." Is he
goin' to get listened to? I reckon yes. So I played straight for
their young imaginations, and I had 'em cinched to the last hole. And
after the last one had pulled my flipper, and hoped he'd meet me soon
again, me and Burton and the new hired man took out after sheep.
"But," says Burton, still sort of dazed, "God only knows what we'll
meet before we find them. Even sheep aren't so peaceful in this
country."
He was right, too. However, when I start for sheep, I get 'em. You
can see by the deep-laid plan I set to catch help for the ranch, how
there's nothing for fortune to do but lay down and holler when I make
up my mind.
Agamemnon and the Fall of Troy
Me and Aggy were snuggled up against the sandpaper edge as cute as
anything, said Hy Smith.
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