As soon as ever I comes to an' can scramble into that Texas saddle ag'in, me an' Jim hits the high places in the scenery, in a fervid way, an' yere we-all be! An' you hear me, gents, I don't go back to that Bar-B-8 camp no more.

I ain't ridin' herd on apparitions; an' whenever ghosts takes to romancin' about in the cow business, that lets me out.' "'I reckons,' says Enright, wrinklin' up his brows, 'I'll take a look into this racket myse'f.' "'An' if you-all don't mind none, Enright,' says Peets, 'I'll get my chips in with yours.

Thar's been no one shot for a month in either Red Dog or Wolfville an' I'm reedic'lous free of patients.

An' if the boys'll promise to hold themse'fs an' their guns in abeyance for a week or so, an' not go framin' up excooses for my presence abrupt, I figgers that a few days idlin' about the ranges, an' mebby a riot or two roundin' up this cow-demon, will expand me an' do me good.' "'You're lookin' for trouble, Doc,' says Colonel Sterett, kind o' laughin' at Peets.

'You reminds me of a onhappy sport I encounters long ago in Looeyville.' "'An' wherein does this Bloo Grass party resemble me ?' asks Peets.
"'It's one evenin',' says Colonel Sterett, 'an' a passel of us is settin' about in the Gait House bar, toyin' with our beverages.