Let's go out to camp and have a talk about what is ahead of us." "Not till I buy a horse, Jack.

I want a good horse under me once more; I've ridden on cars and steamboats till my legs ache for a change." "There's a sale's stable close by.

Let's go and see what stock is there," said Sam Chichester.
"Agreed!" cried all hands, and soon Bill and his friends were at the stable, looking at some dozen or more horses which were for sale.
"There's the beauty I want," said Wild Bill, pointing to a black horse, full sixteen hands high, and evidently a thoroughbred.

"Name your price, and he is my meat!" "That horse isn't for sale now.

He was spoken for an hour ago, or maybe less by a cash customer of mine--a red-haired chap from Texas." _"Red-haired_ chap from Texas!" muttered Bill, "Red-haired cusses from Texas are always crossin' my trail.