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Then I'll lay out a reg'lar
course for you--exercises for all parts of the body. Got any trunks?"
Queed looked surprised. "I have one small one--a steamer trunk, as it is
called."
Klinker explained what he meant, and the Doctor feared that his wardrobe
contained no such article.
"Ne'mmind. I can fit you up with a pair. Left Hand Tom's they used to
be, him that died of the scarlet fever Thanksgiving. And say, Doc!"
"Well?"
"Here's the first thing I'll teach you. Never mister your
sparring-partner."
The Doc thought this out, laboriously, and presently said: "Very well,
William."
"Call me Buck, the same as all the boys."
Klinker came toward him holding out an object made of red velveteen
about the size of a pocket handkerchief.
"Put these where you can find them to-morrow. You can have 'em. Left
Hand Tom's gone where he don't need 'em any more."
"What are they? What does one do with them?"
"They're your trunks. You wear 'em."
"Where? On--what portion, I mean?"
"They're like little pants," said Klinker.
The two men walked home together over the frozen streets.


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