"You bet you! Why, hosses is where I live! What hosses do you want ?" "All hosses," says he, calm as a faro dealer.
"What ?" says I.

"Elucidate, my bucko.

I don't take no such blanket order.

Spread your cards." "I mean just that," says he.

"I want you to buy all the hosses in this camp, and in the mountains.