Watch me! There goes Ananias on his second wind." The announcer was bellowing: "These man-killing mustangs will be ridden, broken, beaten into submission in fair fight by the greatest set of horse-breakers that ever wore spurs.

They can ride anything that walks on four feet and wears a skin; they can--" Werther sprang to his feet, made a funnel of his hand, and shouted: "Yi-i-i-ip!" If he had set off a great quantity of red fire he could not more effectively have drawn all eyes upon him.

The weird, shrill yell cut the ringmaster short, and a pleased murmur ran through the crowd.

Of course, this must be part of the show, but it was a pleasing variation.
"Partner," continued Werther, brushing away the big hand of Drew which would have pulled him down into his seat; "I've seen you bluff for two nights hand running.

There ain't no man can bluff all the world three times straight." The ringmaster retorted in his great voice: "That sounds like good poker.