"
The young man coughed hollowly. "That's the way I caught it once
before, and it wouldn't surprise me a bit if I'd be too sick to
run by Saturday."
"Oh no; you don't get pneumony but once."
"And, besides," Fresno added, "it wouldn't have time to show up
by Saturday."
"Get that ice-chest out of my room, that's all; it makes the air
damp."
"No indeed!" said Still Bill. "We're goin' to see that you use it
reg'lar." Then of Glass he inquired: "What do you do to him
next?"
"I give him a nerve treatment. A jack-rabbit jumped at him this
morning and he bolted to the outside fence." Larry forced his
employer to a seat, then, securing a firm hold of the flesh,
began to discourse learnedly upon anatomy and hygiene, the while
his victim writhed. It was evident that the cattle-men were
intensely interested. "Well, sir, when I first got him his
sploven was in terrible shape," said Larry. "In fact, I never saw
such a--"
"What was in terrible shape?" ventured the tenor. "His sploven."
"Sploven! Is that a locality or a beverage?"
Glass glowered at the cause of the interruption.
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