"I'll jest take that," he snapped. "Because Tex has drug down the last
two buckin' contests hain't no sign he c'n go south with 'em all." At
the end of the bar Tex grinned as he saw Purdy produce a roll of bills.

"An', by gosh!" the Bear Paw Pool man was saying, "when they'd all got
their money down an' the bull dog was a-clawin' the floor to git at the
badger, an' the pilgrims was crowded around with their eyes a-bungin'
out of their heads, ol' Two Dot Wilson, he shoves the barrel over an'
they wasn't a doggone thing in under it but a----"

"What yeh goin' to have, youse?" Purdy had caught sight of Tex who
stood between the Bear Paw Pool man and Bat Lajune. "I'm bettin' agin'
yeh winnin' the buckin' contest, but I'll buy yeh a drink."

Tex grinned as his eyes travelled with slow insolence over the other's
outfit.

"You're sure got up some colourful, Jack," he drawled. "If you sh'd
happen to crawl up into the middle of one of them real outlaws they got
down in the corral, an' quit him on the top end of a high one, you're
a-goin' to look like a rainbow before you git back."

The other scowled: "I guess if I tie onto one of them outlaws yeh'll
see me climb off 'bout the time the money's ready. Yeh Texas fellers
comes up here an' makes yer brag about showin' us Montana boys how to
ride our own horses. But it's real money talks! I don't notice you
backin' up yer brag with no real _dinero_."

Tex was still smiling. "That's because I ain't found anyone damn fool
enough to bet agin' me."