Johnny was shore loco about her.

Swore she was the finest blossom that ever growed." Here he choked and tears of laughter coursed down his weather-beaten face as he pictured her.

"She was a dainty Mexican, about fifteen han's high an' about sixteen han's around.

Johnny used to chalk off when he hugged her, usen't yu, Johnny?
One night when he had got purty well around on th' second lap he run inter a feller jest startin' out on his fust.

They hain't caught that Mexican yet." Nelson was pelted with everything in sight.