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"Ah, Lassiter, there never was any horse that could beat Black Star," said Jane, with the old pride. "I often wondered mebbe Venters rode out that race when he brought back the blacks. Son, was Wrangle the best hoss?" "No, Lassiter," replied Venters. For this lie he had his reward in Jane's quick smile. "Well, well, my hoss-sense ain't always right. An' here I'm talkie' a lot, wastin' time.

Then a voice spoke from the barn which opened off the corral: "What's all that damned nonsense with the mares yonder?" Alcatraz crouched for flight. Another voice answered: "They'll mill around every night for a while till they get used to the new place. That's the way with them crazy hot-bloods. No hoss-sense." The voices departed.

"No wiser animal makes tracks Upon these earthly shores, and hence Arose the axium, true as facts, Extoled by all, as 'Good hoss-sense! "The hoss is strong, and knows his stren'th, You hitch him up a time er two And lash him, and he'll go his len'th And kick the dashboard out fer you!

Why, it wasn't more'n a week ago that we run Skoonly out of town for stealin'! So, I reckon, 'tain't more'n good hoss-sense for you tew be some cautious now that you are gittin' a fortune in gold. Not that thar's any harm in a-tellin' old friends like us, 'cause we knows enough tew keep mum 'bout it," and Ham glanced warningly around the circle of interested faces.

I put myself on 'bation while ago, but I kin'er forgits 'bout dat 'bation, I hab so much to tink ob." Mrs. Bodine began to laugh as she said, "I thought you were a sensible woman, Aun' Sheba." "Yes, I know. I did tole Marse Clancy dat I hab hoss-sense." "Then you were lying 'miscuously." "How dat, missus?"

"Nothing else seems to be left for us." "'Pears ter me, Marse Clancy, you an Missy Mara gittin orful muxed up in wot's hon'ble. I'se only got wot folks calls hoss-sense, but it's dead agin you bofe. Take you now. Fust you got ter tell de gal lies, den lies to her fader an de minister wot jines you, and de hull worl. Missy Mara ud hab ter lie like de debil, too, an you bofe go on lyin 'miscuously.