"You're right; you're mighty right. A man can be a man and wear shoes, but"—forcefully—"he ort to git out of 'em as quick as he can!"
"I was just a readin' on that bill, sir, that they're goin' to have a ropin' contest for both men and ladies at the fair here this afternoon. I never heard of ladies bein' admitted to that rough sport before."
"This is the first time they've ever had 'em mixed up in it here. Ain't a woman's place to go straddlin' around on a horse ropin' and hog-tyin' steers. I had a wife or daughter tried it, I'd turn her over m' knee, that's what I'd do!"
"They're not to compete against the men, sir, it says."
"Don't make no difference; they ain't got no business competin' around at all. Well, I will make one exception—but I grudge that one."
"Is there any entrance fee for contestants, or do you know?"
"It's as free as air. Anybody that's got a horse and a rope— Why don't you try it, if you're a roper?"
"I've been sittin' here tryin' to study up some plan to do it. The bill says first prize for men is two hundred and fifty dollars. Do you reckon they mean it?"
