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"From Billy's last letter, I should say he was in pretty fair shape," said the doctor. "He's living outdoors and at a good altitude, somewhere on the desert. He's making money. He posts his letters at a town called 'Dagget, in this State." "Up above San Berdoo," said Walter Stone. And he straightway drifted into reverie, gazing at the bright end of his cigar until it faded in the darkness.
"Aw, can't yuh find some way to leave me jack enough to buy gas and grub?" Young Kenner asked sullenly, reaching into his pocket. The big man shook his head. "I'm doing a lot for you boys, when I let yuh get past me with the Lizzie, to say nothing of half your load. I'd ought to trundle yuh back to San Berdoo; you both know that as well as I do. I'm too soft-hearted for this job, anyway.
I was too busy hurrying to the rescue to think about sending Casey word that I was coming. Casey said afterwards that my thoughtlessness would be cured for life if I were ever locked in jail and waiting for news. As it happened, I wired the Little Woman that Casey was in jail again, and caught the first train to San "Berdoo" coming down by way of Barstow.
I'm fully convinced that you're quite a little man back in Boston for the reason that you're one hell of a small man out here, even if you do wear a string of letters after your name like the tail on a comet. "You were swelling around in San Berdoo, talking big and hollering for an investment. I showed you samples of ore from my desert prospect and you got excited.
"What luck, Ryan? I beat you back by about two hours. Getting things ready to begin making it. Did they catch you all right?" "Naw!" Casey spat disgustedly. "Never seen a booze peddler, never seen a cop look my way. I went around actin' like I just killed a man an' stole a lady's diamonds, and the sheriff at San Berdoo TIPS 'IS HAT TO ME, by golly!
So I guess it'll be safe to drive on in to the city and load up again. I got a feller with me he caught a ride in to San Berdoo; left just before you drove in. Know where to go in the city? 'Cause I can ride in with you, an' let him foller." "That'll suit me fine," Casey declared. And so they left it for the time being, and Cassidy went back to bed.
In England and the hot old plain from Needles to Berdoo. We kept a-rambling all the time. I rustled grub, he rustled rhyme Blind-baggage, hoof it, ride or climb we always put it through. "You're a good sort," he broke off, suddenly. "There ain't many boes that would have done as much for a fellow." "It was two against one," replied Billy, "an' I don't like them odds. Besides I like your poetry.
Tie on some picks an' shovels an' put you behind the wheel, and only the guys that are in the know would ever get wise in a thousand years. "Why, look what he said about you havin' 'em all bluffed in San Berdoo! Grabbed you with a bunch uh moonshiners, and you fightin' the saps harder'n any of 'em and then, by heck, you slips the noose an' leaves 'em thinkin' you're honest but unlucky.
The fact of the matter is, I have already staked it. You see, I was thinking of the little one that will be waiting for me in San Berdoo when I get back. See the point? My baby Baby Mine rather a neat play on words, don't you think?" "Do you mean to say that I'm not in on this find?" demanded the man from Boston. "Your penetration is remarkable. I do." "But such a course is outrageous.
When I left the wife at San Berdoo we were expecting an arrival in camp, and well, we were right down to bed-rock, and as it was a case of go now or never with you, I had to bring you in here or perhaps lose the opportunity for a fortune. She wanted me to go. She's a mighty brave little woman. You don't happen to be a married man, do you? With kids? I've got "
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