"An' I reckon I'm tellin' you about it so's you'll feel mean about losin' your own.

But mebbe not.

Mebbe I'm tellin' you about it because I've got somethin' else in mind.

When I first seen you I was filled clear to the top with doubt.

If you had my thousand what would you do with it ?" "Meanin' that if I had your thousand an' was in your place ?" "I reckon." "That would depend," said the puncher, cautiously.