Well, wait." After that I had to quit the main street and dodge back of the hog ranch.

They was all headed my way.

I was as popular as a snake in a prohibition town.
I hit Dutchy's by the back door.
"Do you want to sell hosses ?" I asks.

"Everyone in town wants to buy." Dutchy looked hurt.
"I wanted to keep them for the valley market," says he, "but--How much did you give Jimmy Tack for his buckskin ?" "Twenty," says I.
"Well, let him have it for eighty," says Dutchy; "and the others in proportion." I lay back and breathed hard.
"Sell them all, but the one best hoss," says he--"no, the TWO best." "Holy smoke!" says I, gettin' my breath.

"If you mean that, Dutchy, you lend me another gun and give me a drink." He done so, and I went back home to where the whole camp of Cyanide was waitin'.
I got up and made them a speech and told them I'd sell them hosses all right, and to come back.