Dave, he can't git a race outa nobody around here, no more, so he won't run next Sunday.

We'll jest see how yore horse runs alongside Boise.

I kin tell purty well how you kin run agin the rest--Pop, he ain't s' thick-headed they kin fool him much.

What say we try it ?" Bud stood back and looked him over.

"You shook hands with me on it," he said gravely.