But Nell is plenty quick mental; as, actin' look-out for Cherokee's bank, she's bound to be.

Wherefore Nell don't study the preeliminaries long before she gets onto the roodiments of some idee concernin' the jocund plans of the Greasers.
"At last the chicken is buried, an' thar's nothin' in sight but its anxious head.

Except that it can turn an' twist its neck some, it's fixed in the ground as firm an' solid as the stumps of a mesquite bush.
"The first Greaser--he's a gaudy party with more colours than you could count in any rainbow--is organisin' for a rush.

He's pickin' up his reins an' pushin' his moccasins deep into his tappedaries, when, as he gives his cayouse the spur, the beauty of Ridin' for the Chicken's Head bursts full on Faro Nell.

Comin' on her onexpected, Nell don't see no pleasure in it.