Take a good look at
him, Chip, so yuh'll know him the next time yuh see him.'
"Waal, boys, I took a good look, as this sport suggests, and I'm a
pop-eyed tenderfoot if I didn't recognize the guy right off. I couldn't
jest place him at first, but in a few seconds I remembered where I'd seen
him last."
"An' where was that?" questioned Sandy, while everybody listened eagerly
for his answer.
"It was at a function thet come near bein' a lynchin' party," answered
Chip. "I was up in a little town over the Canada border at the time, an'
they had jest had a race like this yere one we-all has on the Fourth o'
July, only they ain't no sech institution there, them folks bein' nothin'
but benighted Britishers and Frenchmen. Howsum-ever, they'd had a race,
and this maverick what's pointed out to me in Helena had won the race,
together with most o' the loose change in the town. Suddenly a guy in the
crowd yells out: 'That feller's a 'ringer.' I seen him run in an Eastern
professional race onct.'"
"Waal, thet was like puttin' a match to powder, and them people was goin'
to string the guy up, only the sheriff came along jest then and stopped
the proceedin's.
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