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Pete was carried into the Greiffenhagen bedroom, and deposited, boots and all, upon a spotless white bedspread. "Jiminy Christmas," said Greiffenhagen, "ain't it awful!" At regular intervals the medicine was administered. Finally, what the Professor had desired came to pass. The three men lay senseless, breathing stertorously.
Greiffenhagen was constrained to unbend. It was decided to put the men to bed, pending the arrival of the Professor. Two vaqueros were galloping after him in the hope of overtaking him before he had gone too far. Dan was undressed and placed in Miss Willing's muslin-curtained bed; Jimmie who would not permit his clothes to be removed, was laid upon the couch of Edna Parkinson.
It was on that occasion too, that I saw for the first time my conceptions rendered by an artist in another medium. Mr. Maurice Greiffenhagen knew how to combine in his illustrations the effect of his own most distinguished personal vision with an absolute fidelity to the inspiration of the writer.
"You too!" she said in a freezing voice. Greiffenhagen explained. The boys were really poisoned, and whisky must be poured down their throats till stronger remedies arrived. The Professor, Ajax, and Uncle Jake were riding to San Lorenzo upon a wild-goose chase. He added that the boss was driving down with more whisky. Within a few minutes I arrived with the whisky; and Mrs.
"Would it be trespassin' too much on yer kindness to ask for three glasses? It's time we downed some more medicine, an' I don't like to drink outer the bottle in this yere parlour." Mrs. Greiffenhagen folded her hands. She had been heard to declare in public that if she were dying, and a thimbleful of whisky would restore her to health and Mr. Greiffenhagen, she would not swallow it.
"But I couldn't die without forgivin' yer." "Edna," said Jimmie, with a sob in his voice, "I have no hard feelin's left." "These three beasts," said Mrs. Greiffenhagen, in a hard, unwavering voice, "are disgracefully and unblushingly intoxicated. Girls, leave the room!" The girls looked at each other. Mamie Willing leapt to the situation.
Upon a small marble-topped table reposed an immense family Bible. Mamie lifted it and approached Pete. "Swear on this that your terrible story is true." Edna flung herself into Jimmie's arms; Mamie, after replacing the Bible, knelt sobbing at Dan's side. Pete said helplessly to old man Greiffenhagen: "Take me outer this!" Mrs. Greiffenhagen said in the same hard monotone: "Mr.
Greiffenhagen, an impassioned pessimist, was of opinion that they couldn't last another hour! At nine, when our nerves had been strained to breaking-point, Ajax and a big-bearded stranger galloped up to Greiffenhagen's house. "It's Doc. Elkins, of San Lorenzy," said a hired man. "The boys are sinking!" sobbed Mrs. Greiffenhagen. "Where is the Professor?" "I left him in San Lorenzo."
Pete said in a loud voice "It's kind o' late, but this is a P.P.C. call." As he spoke, there was wafted to the nostrils of Greiffenhagen the familiar fragrance of Bourbon. He glanced at Dan and Jimmie. Each appeared almost abnormally sober and solemn. At this moment Miss Mary Willing flitted up. "Why, it's Mr. Holloway!" she exclaimed stiffly. The three entered.
Greiffenhagen, either these men leave this house or I do." The storekeeper led his wife aside and whispered to her. She nodded none too graciously, and he hurried from the room. "Wheer's he goin'?" asked Pete. "He's goin' up ter the ranch-house," said Mrs. Greiffenhagen spitefully, "ter fetch the Professor." "Very right an' proper," yawned Pete.
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