Pole finally consented. "Say, Rube," he said, "You can ride Dynamite! Why don't you go in an' try it? That'd be the easiest twenty-five bucks you ever earned!"
"I was just thinkin' of that myself," replied Judd, hesitatingly.
"Here, … I'll lend you a quarter," returned Pole, growing generous.
"I'd like to see you get the money, Rube."
"Yes, we're all with you, Rube," put in Benz, and winked at the bunch.
"Do you fellows think I could stick to Dynamite?" asked Judd, cautiously. "I've ridden everythin' from hogs to bulls but I don't know about this here donkey bizness."
"Try it anyhow, Rube. We'll come in and cheer for you."
"Sure, Rube, go to it!"
"Well, … all right. I reckon it won't do any harm to try."
"Good!" Pole edged his way over to the ticket seller. "This here fellow wants to tackle Dynamite!"
"What! That guy? Why, Dynamite'll break every bone in his body, son.
Your friend is crazy!"