scene.

On the third day Bud suddenly stopped in the midst of a game of
pool which neither was steady enough to play, and gravely
inspected the chalked end of his cue.

"That's about enough of this," he said. "We're drunk. We're so
drunk we don't know a pocket from a prospect hole. I'm tired of
being a hog. I'm going to go get another drink and sober up. And
if you're the dog Fido you've been so far, you'll do the same."
He leaned heavily upon the table, and regarded Frank with stern,
bloodshot blue eyes.

Frank laughed and slid his cue the length of the table. He also
leaned a bit heavily. "Sure," he said. "I'm ready, any time you
are."

"Some of these days," Bud stated with drunken deliberation,
"they'll take and hang you, Frank, for being such an agreeable
cuss." He took Frank gravely by the arm and walked him to the
bar, paid for two beers with almost his last dollar, and, still
holding Frank firmly, walked him out of doors and down the street
to Frank's cabin. He pushed him inside and stood looking in upon
him with a sour appraisement.

"You are the derndest fool I ever run across--but at that
you're a good scout too," he informed Frank. "You sober up now,
like I said. You ought to know better 'n to act the way you've
been acting. I'm sure ashamed of you, Frank. Adios--I'm going
to hit the trail for camp." With that he pulled the door shut and