But I'll take a chancet." "He won't shoot," says Bud, "if yo' go about it right.

Beauregard ain't going to be asleep with all this going on in town to-night.

Yo' rattle on the iron gate and he'll holler to know what yo' all want." "If he don't shoot first," I says.
"When he hollers, yo' cry back at him yo' have found his OLD DEAD HOSS in the road.

It won't hurt to holler that loud, and that will make him let you within talking distance." "His old DEAD HOSS ?" "Yo' don't need to know what that is.

HE will." And then Bud told me enough of the signs and words to say, and things to do, to keep Beauregard from shooting--he said he reckoned he had trusted me so much he might as well go the hull hog.