Much of a town?"
"I ain't never travelled East myself, but Miss Jean and the
little yaller-haired girl say he's the fastest man in the world.
I figgered we might rib up something with the Centipede." Still
Bill winked sagely.
"See here, do you reckon he'd run?"
"Sure! He's a friend of the boss. And he'll run on the level,
too. He can't be nothin' like Humpy."
"If he is, I'll git him," said the cowboy. "Oh, I'll git him
sure, guest or no guest. But how about the phonograph?"
"The Centipede will put it up quick enough; there ain't no
sentiment in that outfit."
"Then it sounds good."
"An' it'll work. Gallagher's anxious to trim us again. Some folks
can't stand prosperity."
Willie spat unerringly at a grasshopper. "Lord!" said he, "it's
too good! It don't sound possible."
"Well, it is, and our man will be here this evenin'. Watch out
for Nigger Mike, and when he drives up let's give this party a
welcome that'll warm his heart on the jump. There's nothin' like
a good impression."
"I'll be on the job," assured Willie.
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