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"That's the way to talk, my boy," the Doctor responded. "Anyhow you believe in me, Doc, don't you?" "Yes." "And you'll help me a little on the way if it gets dark won't you?" "If I can you may always depend on me." Jim clasped his outstretched hand gratefully. "Well, I'm going to make good." There was something so genuine and manly in the tones of his voice, he compelled the Doctor's respect.
When Doc Peets trails in from 'Doby's, where he's been in the interests of science that a-way, Billy at once drug him aside for a pow-wow. They talks over in one corner of the Red Light awhile, then Billy looks up like one load's offen his mind, an' yells: " 'Barkeep, it's another boy. Use my name freely in urgin' drinks on the camp.
"Is it really you, David?" the doctor peered with gleaming eyes from under the car top. "Really!" cried the Harvester, as man greets man with a full heart when he is sure of sympathy. "Come, give us your best send-off, Doc! We were married an hour ago. We are headed for Medicine Woods. Doctor Carey, this is Mrs. Langston." "Mighty glad to know you!" cried the doctor, reaching a happy hand.
'Eatin' bread an' milk, father? she asks, an' her pa looks up with tears in his eyes, an' swallers down another spoonful. 'No, he says, as cross as a bear, 'I'm eatin' a pound o' salts Doc Weaver told me to git, but hang if I can eat another spoonful, an' I ain't above half done. So I guess Kilo folks kind of gag when they think of books."
"'You can say an old fool wants them, says Doc, 'and you'll hit it about right. "So Doc jined church, an' he's leadin' the singin' now; but you can see why I keep sich a lookout lest he gits started off on some new religion." Mrs. Weaver glanced at the clock. "Mercy me!" she exclaimed. "Doc'll be home before I git them supper dishes washed up.
He never failed to seize upon an opportunity to launch a poisonous shaft, or sneer at the class to which Jim and such men as Peter belonged. Before he left that saloon he meant to obtain a verdict against his man. Doc Crombie's anger was hot against the hardware dealer. He meant ruling against him in the end, but he was not quite sure how that ruling would be generally received.
Lusk.... "'Buffalo Girls, you fiddler!" "We'll come back," said Barker to her. "'Buffalo Girls, I tell yus. Ho! There's no sense looking at that bottle, Doc. Take yer dance while there's time!" She was holding the chair. "Help him!" said the crowd. "Help Doc." They took her from her chair, and she fought, a big pink mass of ribbons, fluttering and wrenching itself among them.
Drink to my l-l-luck, boys, and watch me!" The landlord filled their glasses once more, and low gurglings, smothered swallows, and loud smacking of lips filled the interim of interrupted conversation. "I say, Doc, that daughter of yours knows her biz when it comes to telling fortunes," ventured a young dandy, whose head had been turned by Pepeeta's beauty.
Doc. No. 7, Forty-first Cong., Second Sess. Ibid. House Ex. Doc. No. 160, Forty-first Cong., Second Sess. C. F. Adams, "The Treaty of Washington," in "Lee at Appomattox and Other Papers," p. 119. Sen. Ex. Doc. No. 113, Forty-first Cong., Second Sess. Private journal of Mr. Fish, quoted by Prof. J. B. Moore in the Forum, May, 1896. Congressional Globe, Forty-first Cong., Second Sess., p. 4438.
Winthrop raised on his elbow and gazed at the tiny fire. "Tiger, tiger burning bright!" he quoted. "This here coffee'll fix you right," responded Overland Red, grinning. "Didn't know I was a pote, did you? Now if I was a doc, I'd give you a shot in the arm that would put you to sleep. Seein' I ain't, it's coffee for yours." "Do you think they will follow us?" Winthrop asked presently.
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