ll lay 'n' snort fur a hour. Butsy
can't go to sleep 'n' he gets wild.

"'What th' hell are you laughin' at?' he says. 'If you don't cut this
out 'n' let me get my rest I'll quit the game tomorrow!'

"It gets so I don't dare look at Peewee fur fear we'll get started 'n'
Butsy'll quit.

"At a burg called Mansfield I finds a good bunch of live ones 'n' we
grabs off three hundred life-savers. It seems to help Butsy a lot--he
acts more cheerful right away.

"'Cherries are ripe,' he says. 'Our next town's Mount Clinton. I know
every boob in it. We'll sift some change out of them Knox County
plow-pushers.'

"We ships over the B. & O. to Mount Clinton. It's rainin' when we
unloads, 'n' Butsy ain't as cheerful as he was.

"'How far is it to the track?' Peewee says to him.

"'About three miles 'n' all hills,' says Butsy.

"'How do you get out?' says Peewee.

"'We could take the street-car if it wasn't fur the hosses,' says
Butsy. 'As it is we'll have to hoof it through the mud.'

"'Look-a here,' I says to Butsy, 'there's no sense in three of us
gettin' wet. You know the way 'n' we don't. You take the hosses 'n'
we'll come out on the street-car.'

"'I thought it 'ud be like that,' says Butsy. 'You two always pick out
the soft stuff fur yourselves 'n' hand me the lemons. I guess I'll
just put my hoss back in the freight car 'n' be on my way.'

"'Now, Butsy,' I says, 'have some sense! We ain't slippin' you
nothin'. I'd take the dogs 'n' leave you 'n' Peewee ride if I knew the
way. What do you want to make a crack about quittin' fur just as the
game's gettin' good?' I says. 'We cops a neat little bundle at our
last stop, 'n' we'll grab a nice piece of change here. I feel it in my
bones.'

"'All right,' says Butsy. 'I'll be the goat just once more--but take
it from me this is the last time!'

"'Send a wagon fur the trunk when you get up-town,' I says to Butsy
when he's goin'.

"'Furget it!' he says. 'Put her on the street-car. The car runs right
into Minnehaha Park 'n' you can unload her in front of the stalls.'

"'You can't take a trunk on a street-car,' I says.

"'Wait till you see this street-car,' says Butsy.

"'Ain't they but one?' says Peewee.

"'That's all,' says Butsy. 'Orphy Shanner runs it.'

"Me and Peewee stands a-waitin' fur the street-car fur thirty minutes,
then I goes into the freight depot office.

"'Is the street-car runnin'?' I says to the old gazink at the desk.

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