This was just about thirty days before the county fair at Socorro, and there was money hung up for horse races over there that made us feel sick to think of.

We knew we could go out of the cow-punchin' business for good if we could just only onct get Pinto over there, and get him to run the right way for a few brief moments.
"Was he game?
I don't know.

There never was no horse ever got clost enough to him in a horse race to tell whether he was game or not.

He might not get back home in time for supper, but he would shore run industrious.

Say, I talked in a telyphome onct.