This particular saloon had about wore out its welcome with me, so I was game for any enterprise, and I allowed a little patient-huntin' would prob'ly do me good. I drawed my six gun and looked her over. "It's a new sport, but I bet I'll take to it," said I. "What d'you do, crease 'em or cripple 'em?" "Pshaw! Put up that hearse ticket," Mike told me. "Us doctors don't take human life, we save it."