XXIII.

I riz in my saddle an' star'd around-- On the mustang's neck I felt the sweat; Thar wus nuthin' tew see--sort of felt the har Commencin' tew crawl on my scalp, ye bet! Felt kind of cur'us--own up I did; Felt sort of dry in my mouth an' throat. Sez I, "Ye ain't goin' tew scare, old hoss, At a prowlin' coss of a blamed coyote?"