sh and let the Dutch rustle!" says he. "And the fool
had to get drunk and give it away!"

The excitement was just started, but it didn't last long. The crowd
got the same notion at the same time, and it just melted. Me and
Dutchy was left alone.

I went home. Pretty soon a fellow named Jimmy Tack come around a
little out of breath.

"Say, you know that buckskin you bought off'n me?" says he, "I want to
buy him back."

"Oh, you do," says I.

"Yes," says he. "I've got to leave town for a couple of days, and I
got to have somethin' to pack."

"Wait and I'll see," says I.

Outside the door I met another fellow.

"Look here," he stops me with. "How about that bay mare I sold you?
Can you call that sale off? I got to leave town for a day or two and--"

"Wait," says I. "I'll see."

By the gate was another hurryin' up.

"Oh, yes," says I when he opens his mouth. "I know all your troubles.
You have to leave town for a couple of days, and you want back that
lizard you sold me. Well, wait."

After that I had to quit the main street and dodge back of the hog
ranch. They was all headed my way. I was as popular as a snake in a
prohibition town.

I hit Dutchy's by the back door.

"Do you want to sell hosses?" I asks. "Everyone in town wants to buy."

Dutchy looked hurt.

"I wanted to keep them for the valley market," says he, "but--How much
did you give Jimmy Tack for his buckskin?"

"Twenty," says I.

"Well, let him have it for eighty," says Dutchy; "and the others in
proportion."

I lay back and breathed hard.

"Sell them all, but the one best hoss," says he--"no, the TWO best."

"Holy smoke!" says I, gettin' my breath. "If you mean that, Dutchy, you
lend me another gun and give me a drink."

He done so, and I went back home to where the whole camp of Cyanide was
waitin'.

I got up and made them a speech and told them I'd sell them hosses all
right, and to come back. Then I got an Injin boy to help, and we
rustled over the remuda and held them in a blind canon. Then I called
up these miners one at a time, and made bargains with them. Roar!
Well, you could hear them at Denver, they tell me, and the weather
reports said, "Thunder in the mountains." But it was cash on delivery,
and they all paid up. They had seen that white quartz with the gold
stickin' into it, and that's the same as a dose of loco to miner gents.

Why didn't I take a hoss and start first? I did think of it--for about