But no one could calculate on his infernal cunnin'.

I quit workin' for Belllounds that night, an' I've put my time in spyin' on the boy.

In my day I've done a good deal of spyin', but I've never run across any one slicker than Buster Jack.

To cut it short--he got himself a white-speckled mustang that's a dead ringer for Spottie.

He measured the tracks of your horse's left front foot--the bad hoof, you know, an' he made a shoe exactly the same as Spottie wears.