He pitches his lariat ag'in an' now he fastens.
"'"You-all better take a look; they're havin' the time of their c'reers up thar." "'"Whatever be they doin' ?" "'"Tellin' wouldn't do no good," says the savant; "it's one of them rackets a gent has to see to savey." "'"What's the ante ?" I asks, for the fires of my cur'osity begins to burn.
"'"Four bits! An' considerin' the onusual doin's goin' for'ard, it's cheaper than corn whiskey." "'No; I don't stand dallyin' 'round, tryin' to beat this philosopher down in his price.

That ain't my style.

When I'm ready to commit myse'f to a enterprise, I butts my way in, makes good the tariff, an' no delays.

Tharfore, when this gent names four bits, I onpouches the _dinero_ an' prepares to take a astronomic peek.
"'"How long do I gaze for four bits ?" I asks, battin' my right eye to get it into piercin' shape.
"'"Go as far as you likes," retorts the philosopher; "thar's no limit." "'Gents,' says the Colonel, pausin' to renoo his Valley Tan, while Dan an' Texas an' even Old Man Enright hitches their cha'rs a bit nearer, the interest is that intense; 'gents, you-all should have took a squint with me through them lenses.

Which if you enjoys said privilege, you can gamble Dan an' Texas wouldn't be camped 'round yere none tonight, exposin' their ignorance an' lettin' fly croode views concernin' astronomy.