Then I recovers; an' as I'm bein' herded back into the dressin' room by the fosterin' hands of the ring master an' my pard, the clown, over in the audience I hears Jule's silvery laugh an' her old pap allowin' he'd give a hoss if I'd only broke my neck.

Also, I catches a remark of old Hickey; "Which that Boggs boy allers was a ediot!" says old Hickey.'".