Did I know the rounds yet?
He was getting on, though the country was "horstyl" and the cities were "bum." Fierce, wasn't it?
Couldn't "batter" (beg) anywhere without being "pinched." But he wasn't going to quit it.

Buffalo Bill's Show was coming over soon, and a man who could drive eight horses was sure of a job any time.

These mugs over here didn't know beans about driving anything more than a span.

What was the matter with me hanging on and waiting for Buffalo Bill?
He was sure I could ring in somehow.
And so, after all, blood is thicker than water.

We were fellow-countrymen and strangers in a strange land.