The saloon-keeper turned away.
"Thankin' you jest the same, Dan," he said, "I think I c'n walk back.
I'd as soon ride a tame tornado as that hoss." He limped on down the road with Dan riding beside him.

Black Bart slunk at his heels, sniffing.
"Dan, I'm goin' to ask you a favour--an' a big one; will you do it for me ?" "Sure," said Whistling Dan.

"Anything I can." "There's a skunk down there with a bad eye an' a gun that jumps out of its leather like it had a mind of its own.

He picked me for fifty bucks by nailing a dollar I tossed up at twenty yards.

Then he gets a hundred because I couldn't ride this hoss of his.