All Wool

By W. C. Tuttle
Author of “A Bull Movement in Yellow Horse,”
“Psychology and Copper,” etc.
Zeb Whitney laid the ace of diamonds down on the rock and grinned at Ricky Saunders.
“Go on, Ricky. Play that li’l ol’ jack. I got high, low, and that jack will jist put me out. That’ll make fifty thousand yuh owe me and——”
Ricky laid his cards on the rock and peered over Zeb’s shoulder.
“Look at that sheep, Zeb! What do yuh reckon ails him?”
“Never mind th’ sheep,” replied Zeb. “Yuh can’t git me to turn around so yuh can eat that jack. Go on, play it.”
“I tell yuh somethin’s wrong,” insisted Ricky. “That sheep jist turned uh flip-flop and he ain’t got up since.”
“Mebby that’s th’ way sheeps do,” remarked Zeb. “Yuh see me and you ain’t been nursin’ sheep but uh short time and we ain’t hep to all their proclivities.”
Ricky sat down and picked up his cards. “I’d shore like to know what hit that sheep. Honest, he jist——”
Sping!