ined, but the youth replied
That he'd lay the money matter aside,
An' to show that his back didn't grow no moss
He'd bet his machine against my hoss.

I tuk him up, an' the bet war closed,
An' me a-chucklin', fer I supposed
I war playin' in dead-sure, winnin' luck
In the softest snap I had ever struck.
An' the boys chipped in with a knowin' grin,
Fer they thought the fool had no chance to win.
An' so we agreed fer to run that day
To the Navajo cross, ten miles away,--
As handsome a track as you ever seed
Fer testin' a hosses prettiest speed.

Apache Johnson and Texas Ned
Saddled up their hosses an' rode ahead
To station themselves ten miles away
An' act as judges an' see fair play;
While Mexican Bart and big Jim Hart
Stayed back fer to give us an even start.
I got aboard of my broncho bird
An' we came to the scratch an' got the word;
An' I laughed till my mouth spread from ear to ear
To see that tenderfoot drop to the rear.

The first three miles slipped away first-rate;
Then bronc began fer to lose his gait.
But I warn't oneasy an' didn't mind
With tenderfoot more'n a mile behind.
So I jogged along with a cowboy song
Till all of a sudden I heard that gong
A-ringin' a warnin' in my ear--
_Ting, ting, ting, ting,_--too infernal near;
An' lookin' backwards I seen that chump
Of a tenderfoot gainin' every jump.

I hit old bronc a cut with the quirt
An' once more got him to scratchin' dirt;
But his wind got weak, an' I tell you, boss,
I seen he wasn't no ten-mile hoss.
Still, the plucky brute took another shoot
An' pulled away from the wheel galoot.
But the animal couldn't hold his gait;
An' the idea somehow entered my pate
That if tenderfoot's legs didn't lose their grip
He'd own that hoss at the end of the trip.

Closer an' closer come tenderfoot,
An' harder the whip to the hoss I put;
But the Eastern cuss, with a smile on his face
Ran up to my side with his easy pace--
Rode up to my side, an' dern his hide,
Remarked 'twere a pleasant day fer a ride;
Then axed, onconcerned, if I had a match,
An' on his britches give it a scratch,
Lit a cigarette, said he wished me good-day,
An' as fresh as a daisy scooted away.

Ahead he went, that infernal gong
A-ringin' "good-day" as he flew along,