Come to the Gilsey House at six o'clock and ask for me. My
name is Banks.'
"'There's class to that name,' I says. 'It sure sounds good to me.'
"'Keep on your toes like you've done so far and it'll be as good as it
sounds,' says he.
"That evenin' Banks tells me the dogs he's bought is fur a show called
_A Blue Grass Belle_. A dame is to ride one of 'em in the show, 'n'
I'm to ride the other.
"'I've arranged to have the apparatus set up back of the
livery-stable,' says Banks, 'so you can rehearse the horses for their
act. When they know their parts I'll bring Pixley around and you can
work the act together. She was a rube before she hit the big town and
she says she can ride.'
"Say, this dingus fur the hosses to run on is there like a duck. The
guy that thinks it up has a grand bean! You leads a hoss on to it 'n'
when it's ready you gives him the word. He starts to walk off, nothin'
doin', he ain't goin' nowhere. You fans him with the bat. 'I'll be on
my way,' he says. But he ain't got a chance--the faster he romps the
faster the dingus rolls out from under him. He can run a forty shot,
'n' he don't go no further 'n I can throw a piano!
"After I've worked both dogs on the dingus fur a week or so, I tells
Banks they know the game--'n' believe me, they did! Why, them ole
hounds got so they begins to prance when they see the machine. They'd
lay down 'n' ramble till they dropped if I lets 'em. They liked it
fine!
"'I'll send Pixley around to-morrow,' says Banks.
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