"Say yoreself, and say something sensible while yo're about it."
"Nobody can kick me and get away with it!" Bull declared, passionately. "I'll—"
"Maybe you will, but not in a hurry. You start out after him now, and you wouldn't last as long as a short drink in a roomful of drunkards. Didn't you hear about Dawson's li'l run-in with Nebraska?"
"Hell, I seen it!"
"You seen it, huh? And you know what he done to you to-day, and still you wanna paint for war now and immediate? No, Bully, not a-tall. You listen to me. I got a better plan. A whole lot better plan. Lookit…."
CHAPTER IX
THROWING SAND
After leaving the Starlight, on their way back to the hotel, Racey said to Swing Tunstall: "Might as well tell Jack Harpe now we ain't gonna ride for him, huh?"
"Oh, shore," Swing sighed resignedly. "Have it yore own way! Have it yore own way! I never seen such a feller as you for gettin' his own way in all my life."
"Yo're young yet—maybe you will," said Racey, consolingly. "So don't get discouraged."