The shot spoiled his aim, as the knife flashed past Mr.Cassidy's arm, wide by two feet, and thudded into the door frame, where it hummed angrily.
"The only man who could do that right was th' man who invented it, Mr.
Bowie, of Texas," explained Mr.Cassidy to the other Mexican.

Then he glanced at the broncho, that was squealing in rage and fear at the shot, which sounded like a cannon in the small room, and laughed.
"That's my cayuse, all right, an' he wasn't up no cactus nor roostin' on th' roof, neither.

He's th' most affectionate beast I ever saw.

It took me nigh onto six months afore I could ride him without fighting him to a standstill," said Mr.Cassidy to his guest.

Then he turned to the horse and looked it over.