“‘How come?’ says the prospector.
“‘Don’t I go naked?’ says Bill.
“‘Shore ye do,’ says the old Prospector. ‘Shore ye’re naked. So is the Indians, and them critters is part human, anyway. That don’t spell nothin’.’
“‘Don’t I have fleas?’ says Bill.
“‘Shore ye do,’ says the old prospector, ‘but all Texians has fleas.’
“‘Don’t I howl?’ says Bill.
“‘Yeah, ye howl all right,’ says the old prospector, ‘but nearly all Texians is howlin’ most of the time. That don’t spell nothin’ neither.’
“‘Well, jest the same I’m a coyote,’ says Bill.
“‘Naw, ye ain’t a coyote,’ says the old prospector. ‘A coyote’s got a tail, ain’t he?’
“‘Yeah,’ says Bill, ‘a coyote’s got a tail.’