Too mooch hot! Too mooch no wataire! Too
mooch, w'at you call, de pizen boog--mebbe-so in de bed--in de pants--in
de boot--you git bite an' den you got to die! Voila! Wat de hell!"
The Texan laughed and reaching into his pocket drew out two twenty dollar
gold pieces and a ten which thudded upon the table before the astonished
eyes of the half-breed.
"Here, Bat, you're a damn good Injun! You're plumb squanderous with your
money, but you're a good sport. Take that an' buy you a ticket to as far
North as it'll get you. Fifty bucks ort to buy a whole lot of car
ridin'. An' don't you stop to do no gamblin', neither---- Ain't I told
you it's onrespectable an' divertin' to morals? If you don't _sabe_ coon
can no better'n what you do poker, you stand about as much show amongst
these here Greasers as a rabbit in a coyote patch. It was a shame to
take your money this way, but bein' as you're half-white it was up to me
to save you the humiliatin' agony of losin' it to Greasers."
The half-breed pocketed the coins as the other buttoned his shirt and
took another long pull at the bottle.
"Wer' you goin' now?" he asked as the cowpuncher started for the door.
The man paused and regarded him critically. "First off, I'm goin' to get
my horse. An' then me an' you is goin' down to the depot an' you're
a-goin' to buy that there ticket.
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