"How is your misery?" he asked, despairing of getting him to talk about anything but himself. "Tehibul, tehibul," groaned Slim; "an' dey tie me wid a rawhide rope, too, dat jest eat into mah flesh." And Slim looked venomously down at the lariat that lay at his feet. "Who tied you?" Whitey inquired. "I dunno.
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