"Next morning, as we went out from breakfast, his vaqueros were trying to
ride a vicious horse. He was a big buckskin stallion, six years old, and
strong and fierce as a grizzly. The horse tossed three of them, one after
the other, out of the saddle; neither one lasted a minute on his curved
back. I was watching the performance when Jordan came up to me and,
laughing, again said: 'But yo' licked the coon!'

"I said, 'Yes, but that was not much to brag about.'

"'Yo' licked the coon, but was afeerd to meet the governor, eh?' he said.

"I answered, 'That is about the size of it.'

"'And yo' did not go home?' he said.

"'No,' I replied.

"'Did not send for any money?'

"'No.'

"'How much did yo' have?'

"'Four dollars, and a watch which I sold for fourteen dollars.'

"'How much have yo' left?'

"'I believe, $1.50.'