Reckon you'll put up here to-night ?" "I always sleep out.

But I'll buy feed an' supplies," replied Wade, as he turned to his horses.
Old Kemp trudged down the road, wagging his gray head as if he was contending with a memory sadly failing him.

An hour later when Bent Wade rode out of town he passed Kemp, and hailed him.

The old-timer suddenly slapped his leg: "By Golly! I knowed I'd met him before!" Later, he said with a show of gossipy excitement to his friend the innkeeper, "Thet fellar was Bent Wade!" "So he told me," returned the other.
"But didn't you never hear of him?
_Bent Wade ?_" "Now you tax me, thet name do 'pear familiar.

But dash take it, I can't remember.