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"Then I'll wire for some right away. The thermometer was five below this morning, and only twenty-two above this noon. She's cold at last." "Go to it, Pat. I'll stay here till Doc is through." When Carrigan had left him, Bryant sat down on a discarded oil tin lying on the ground one of the square ten-gallon cans common about camps. He gazed at the door of the hospital shack.
"You'll be mighty sore and stiff for a few days," he said as he laid the mail sack down on the floor; "sorry, miss, I scared your horse," and touching his ten-gallon hat he was gone. "Where did he hail from?" Ma Wagor demanded from the store where she had been watching. "He's not from Blue Springs, Ma."
"I'd be about the last man to lay hands on you for anything you done to that feller, even if you'd 'a' took his hide along with his coat," said he. "Then the crime trust of Comanche must be dissolved?" sneered Slavens. "I don't git you, pardner," returned Ten-Gallon with cold severity. "Oh, never mind."
Ten-Gallon had been gone but a little while when Slavens heard him clattering back in his heel-dragging walk over the rocks. He appeared before the doctor with a lively relief in his face. "Some people headin' in here," he announced. "Maybe they'll be of some help to you.
Ten-Gallon chuckled a deep, fat, well-contented little laugh. "Pardner," said he admiringly, "you certainly are one smart guy!" Ten-Gallon rode on in his quest of Boyle, while Slavens sat again beside his fire, which he allowed to burn down to coals.
You walked right into his hand that night." "I seemed to," admitted Slavens with bitter recollection. "Shanklin knew about copper in these rocks over here " "So it's copper?" said Slavens, unable to restrain his words. "Copper; that's what it is," nodded Ten-Gallon. "But it ain't on this claim, and I'll show that in a minute, too.
Coming up from the rear, I sat in the One-Hoss Shay behind Crazy Weed, the blind and locoed mare, with the water cans rattling in the back end of the buggy. I too wore an old straw hat, big as a ten-gallon sombrero, pushed back on my head to protect my sunburnt neck, and an old rag of a dress hanging loose on my small body, which was becoming thinner.
Slavens never had been able to feel anything but the most lively contempt for the fellow; now, since learning of Ten-Gallon's treatment of Agnes, and his undoubted hand in the plot of Hun Shanklin and Boyle against himself, the doctor held him to be nothing short of an open enemy. "I'm lookin' for a man by the name of Boyle," announced Ten-Gallon. "Are you holdin' down camp for him?"
Whether this had its origin in his capacity, or his similarity of build to a keg, is not known, but he accepted it with complacency and answered to it with pride. Ten-Gallon was the chief guardian of the interests of the gamblers' trust of Comanche, which was responsible for his elevation to office for even the office itself and which contributed the fund out of which his salary came.
He stepped to the door and found himself gazing into a well-arranged room electric generator, storage batteries in rows and instruments of every description along the walls and the floor. But what caught Bruce's eye was two rows of ten-gallon cans piled in the rear. With a cry of joy he sprang toward them.
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