This yere lad hed got onter the racket somehow, an' say, he wus plumb mad; he wus too damn mad ter talk, an' when they git thet fur gone it's 'bout time fer the innocent spectator ter move back outen range.

So he lassoed me down at Gary's barn fer ter show him the ol' trail, an' we had one hell of a night's ride of it.

But, gents, I would n't o' missed bein' thar fer a heap.

It was a great scrape let me tell you.

We never see hide ner hair of thet Albrecht or his partner till jist afore the main-line train pulled in goin' north.