THE TALE OF BRAZOS DICK
wheels go round, without a doubt. I wondered what he had seen, what he had done. And yet, after all, what could a mere wild Western cowboy have seen or done in a fortnight in England? When I said that I forgot how much had sometimes happened to myself in a few days. I remembered and sighed. Then Brazos sighed and yawned and woke up.
"What, Charlie!" he said as he uncoiled.
"Brazos, old man," said I. We shook hands.
"You got there, Dick?"
"You bet. I got there!"
"Like it?"
"Oh, blazes! can I tell? I'm glad to be back. Say, tell me is this Texas, old man? Is there such a place? I'd admire to hear there's a kentry called the Panhandle! Did any son of a gun ever mention the River Brazos to you?"
"You've had a time?"
Brazos sighed.
"Amazin'!"
"Good?"
"Sir, there ain't words"
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