Then I got an Injin boy to help, and we rustled over the remuda and held them in a blind canon.

Then I called up these miners one at a time, and made bargains with them.

Roar! Well, you could hear them at Denver, they tell me, and the weather reports said, "Thunder in the mountains." But it was cash on delivery, and they all paid up.

They had seen that white quartz with the gold stickin' into it, and that's the same as a dose of loco to miner gents.
Why didn't I take a hoss and start first?
I did think of it--for about one second.

I wouldn't stay in that country then for a million dollars a minute.