"No bent ones," said he.

"It's a good show; but, tell us, what are you doin'?
This is worse than croquet.

And we asked you in on our game, too.

Ain't you playin' it just a little bit lonesome this way ?" Tom frowned in perturbation.

"Well, I was goin' to spring her on you about to-night, up at the Lone Star," said he; "but I couldn't wait.
Ain't she a yaller flower?
Say, I played her every night from Vegas down for five nights--Pecos Crossin', Salt Wells, Maxwell's, Hocradle Canon, Jack's Peak--all the way.