"
"How do you know?"
"I met one o' our outfit a bit ago, an' he was sore because yer let ther
old feller git away with ther magpie, after yer won him fair. Yer see,
he thinks ye flunked on collectin' ther pony."
"Not on your life. We don't do business that way."
"That's what I was thinkin', so I ast him whichever way ther ole man was
headin'. He says inter ther east, tickity-brindle."
"Which road?"
"Right out ther east end o' ther main street."
"Thank you, pard."
"Yer almighty welcome. Good luck. If yer ketch up with ther coyote,
bring him in an' let us have a good squint at him."
"Oh, I'll bring him in, all right, if I get him."
"So long!"
"So long! Come on, Stella, we'll have to kick dust if we're going to
connect with that old party."
They dashed down the street, followed by an equal mingling of smiles and
frowns. Smiles from the cow-punchers and townspeople whose champion he
had been, and frowns from the gamblers.
But they saw neither, for they were intent upon their business.
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