"I ain't got money up on him, no.

But if he wasn't lame I'd have some! I'd show ye 't I admire gameness in a kid.

I would so." Jeff nudged his neighbor into laughter.

"There ain't a gamer old bird in the valley than Pop," Jeff cried.

"C'm awn, Pop, I'll bet yuh ten dollars the kid beats me!" Pop was shuffling hurriedly out of the corral after the liniment.