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It wa 'n' t a sight of oil paintin 's or churches . He wanted to be able to go back among the flannel shirts and tell the boys tales that would make their eyes stick out . He was ambitious to go on a regular cut up , but did n't know how , and would n't have had the nerve to tackle it alone if he had known . Now , I ai n't ever done any red light pilotin ' , and did n't have any notion of beginnin ' then , especially with a youngster as nice and green as Bentley ; but right there and then I did make up my mind that I 'd steer him up against somethin' more excitin ' than a front view of Grace Church at noon . It was comin ' to him . `` See here , Bentley , '' says I , `` I 've passed my word to kind of look after you , and keep you from rippin ' things up the back here in little old New York ; but seein ' as this is your first whack at it , if you 'll promise to stop when I say ` Whoa ! ' and not let on about it afterwards to your Uncle Henry , I 'll just show you a few things that they do n't have out West , '' and I winks real mysterious .