BOSCO THE WILD MAN. HE EATS ’EM ALIVE
“Run out of snakes?” I asks and he nods.
“Where’s the rest of the layout?” asks Magpie.
Bosco stuffs the rest of the bread in his face and swallers hard.
“Well, the boss said he was going home; the niggers said they was going back to making beds in Pullman cars, and I heard that the Pearl of Egypt left here with a sheep-herder.”
“You the sole survivor?” I asks and he nods.
“Yep! Know where I can get a job?”
“Job!” snorts Magpie. “I bought you, feller. Cost me eighty dollars.”
“You got stung,” states Bosco. “I ain’t got a snake left.”
“You really a wild man?” I asks.