Blister followed the colt with his eyes.
"Ever hear of Salvation?" he finally asked.
"Oh, yes," I replied.
"Well, I brings out Salvation as a three-year-old, 'n' what happens is
quite a bunch of chatter--want to hear it?"
"You know it," I said, dropping into Blister's vernacular.
"That's pretty good for you," he said, grinning at my slang. "Well, to
begin with, I'm in Loueyville. It's in the fall, 'n' I'm just back
from Sheepshead. One way 'n' another I've had a good year. I'm down
on two or three live ones when the odds are right, 'n' I've grabbed off
a bundle I ain't ashamed to flash in any kind of company.
"My string's been shipped South, 'n' I thinks I'll knock around
Kentucky fur a couple of weeks, 'n' see if I can't pick up some hosses
to train.
"One mawnin' I'm in the Gait House, lookin' fur a hossman that's
stoppin' there, 'n' I see Peewee Simpson settin' in the lobby like he'd
just bought the hotel.
"'Who left the door open?' I says to him.
"'It's still open, I see,' says Peewee, lookin' at me.
"We exchanges a few more remarks, 'n' then Peewee tells me he's come to
Loueyville to buy some yearlin's fur ole man Harris.
"'There's a dispersal sale to-morrow at the Goodloe farm,' says Peewee.
''N' I hear there's some real nice stuff going under the hammer.
General Goodloe croaked this spring. They cleaned him in a cotton deal
last year 'n' now their goin' to sell the whole works--studs, brood
mares, colts--everything; plows, too--you want a plow? All you need is
a plow 'n' a mule to put you where you belong.
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