He looked kind of thoughtful then, an' I knew what was comin'....'How's the King ?' 'Grand' I told him--'grand.' 'When is them races comin' off ?' I said we hadn't planned the time yet, but it would be soon--inside of a month or two.
'Brackton,' he said, sharp-like, 'is Bostil goin' to pull a gun on me at sight ?' 'Reckon he is,' I told him.

'Wal, I'm not powerful glad to know thet....

I hear Creech's blue hoss will race the King this time.
How about it ?' 'Sure an' certain this year.

I've Creech's an' Bostil's word for thet.' Cordts put his hand on my shoulder.

You ought to 've seen his eyes!...'I want to see thet race....