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But don't yu' don't let's while she's I'm going to be glad about this, Doc, after awhile, but " At the sight of a new-comer in the door, he stopped in what his soul was stammering to say. "What do you want, Judge?" he inquired, coldly. "I understand," began Slaghammer to Barker "I am informed " "Speak quieter, Judge," said the cow-puncher.
Some of 'em's making up pretty free to Mrs. Lusk. It ain't suitable for me to see too much. Lusk says he's after you," he mentioned incidentally to Lin. "He's fillin' up, and says he's after you." McLean nodded placidly, and with scant politeness. He wished this visitor would go. But Judge Slaghammer had noticed the whiskey. He filled himself a glass. "Governor, it has my compliments," said he.
"I see none, my friend," said Slaghammer, benevolently, "since it must be." He shook his head and nodded it by turns. Then, with full-blown importance, he sat again, and wrote a paper, his coroner's certificate.
They see what I'm thinking about just like I was a tenderfoot trying his first bluff. I can't stick it out no more, and I'm going to see her, come what will. "I've got to. I'm going to ride right up to her window and shoot off 'Neighbor, and if she don't come out I'll know " A knocking came at the Governor's room, and Judge Slaghammer entered. "Not been to our dance, Governor?" said he.
But it feels it feels like I was looking at ten dozen Lin McLeans." And seeing them still helpless with Chalkeye, he joined them and lifted the cow-boy out. "I think," said Slaghammer, stepping forward, "this should proceed no further without some perhaps some friend would recite 'Now I lay me?" "They don't use that on funerals," said the Doughie.
Slaghammer drew documents from his pocket to fill the time, but was soon in slumber over them. In all precincts of the quadrangle Drybone was keeping it up late. The fiddle, the occasional shouts, and the crack of the billiard-balls travelled clear and far through the vast darkness outside.
"Judge," spoke a voice at the door, "ain't she ready yet?" "She is still passing away," observed Slaghammer, piously. "Because I was thinking," said the man "I was just You see, us jury is dry and dead broke. Doggonedest cards I've held this year, and Judge, would there be anything out of the way in me touching my fee in advance, if it's a sure thing?"
"I understand," repeated Slaghammer, more official than ever, "that there was a case for the coroner." "You'll be notified," put in McLean again. "Meanwhile you'll talk quiet in this room." Slaghammer turned, and saw the breathing mass on the bed. "You are a little early, Judge," said Barker, "but " "But your ten dollars are safe," said McLean.
"Ambrosier. Honey-doo." "Mrs. Slaghammer seems to have a large gathering," said Barker. "Good boys, good boys!" The judge blew importantly, and waved his arm. "Bull-whackers, cow-punchers, mule-skinners, tin-horns. All spending generous. Governor, once more! Ambrosier. Honey-doo." He settled himself deep in a chair, and closed his eyes. McLean rose abruptly. "Good-night," said he.
Thus was a second voucher made out, and the messenger strayed back happy to his friends. Barker and McLean sat wakeful, and Slaghammer fell at once to napping. From time to time he was roused by new messengers, each arriving more unsteady than the last, until every juryman had got his fee and no more messengers came. The coroner slept undisturbed in his chair. McLean and Barker sat.
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