"I may be a darn fool, but I'm no piker.

I know what this horse can do when I try to catch him up on a frosty morning--and I'm going to see if he can't go just as fast and just as long when I'm on him as he can when I'm after him." "We'll go yuh, kid! I'll bet yuh five to one," a man shouted.

"You name the amount yourself." "Fifty," said Bud, and the man nodded and jotted down the amount.
"Bud, you're a damn fool.

I'll bet you a hundred and make it ten to one," drawled Dave, stroking Boise's face affectionately while he looked superciliously at Sunfish standing half asleep in the clamor, with his head sagging at the end of his long, ewe neck.

"But if you'll take my advice, go turn that fool horse back in the pasture and run the bay if you must run something." "The bay's a rope horse.