"What do yu think of that ?" He asked as he finished.
"I think Charley oughter be yore guardian," replied the foreman.
"He was," replied Hopalong.
"If we sees Tex we'll all grin hard," laughed Red, making for the door.
"Come on to th' contests--Lanky's gone already." Muddy Wells streamed to the carnival grounds and relieved itself of its enthusiasm and money at the booths on the way.

Cow-punchers rubbed elbows with Indians and Mexicans, and the few tourists that were present were delighted with the picturesque scene.

The town was full of fakirs and before one of them stood a group of cow-punchers, apparently drinking in the words of a barker.
"Right this way, gents, and see the woman who don't eat.

Lived for two years without food, gents.

Right this way, gents.