"No," said Bill stoutly, "right in this here country. The Dook there knows him."
This at once raised the pinto several points. To be known, and, as Bill's tone indicated, favorably known by The Duke, was a testimonial to which any horse might aspire.
"Whar'd ye git him, Bill? Don't be so blanked oncommunicatin'!" said an impatient voice.
Bill hesitated; then, with an apparent burst of confidence, he assumed his frankest manner and voice, and told his tale.
"Well," he said, taking a fresh chew and offering his plug to his neighbor, who passed it on after helping himself, "ye see, it was like this. Ye know that little Meredith gel?"
Chorus of answers: "Yes! The red-headed one. I know! She's a daisy!—reg'lar blizzard!—lightnin' conductor!"
Bill paused, stiffened himself a little, dropped his frank air and drawled out in cool, hard tones: "I might remark that that young lady is, I might persoom to say, a friend of mine, which I'm prepared to back up in my best style, and if any blanked blanked son of a street sweeper has any remark to make, here's his time now!"
In the pause that followed murmurs were heard
