"Simpson was surprised. 'Ain't I goin' to get satisfaction?' says
he.

"'If it's to be had on the prescription counter you do,' says I.
'Otherwise, I prefer to stay satisfied myself.'

"It would have been better if he'd refrained from abusing me. I
was younger then, and while not in the least quarrelsome, yet such
talk as Simpson talked to me was entirely uncalled for. Besides
that, he got festive with guns. I relieved him of his guns and sat
him on the stove till he promised to behave. Nobody ever heard me
kick when them fellers nailed me to the burnin' oak for anywhere's
up to five hundred a night. Howsomever, it wound up amiable; I
staked Simmy to a new pair of pants, and kept him in spendin' money
till ridin' again appeared among the possibilities. I never could
get used to people pullin' guns on me.

"So, then, there was a drug store goin' in no time. Both me and
Hadds was happy as could be, and workin' like a pair of mules.
When we had things fixed, and a sign 'Hadds & Scraggs' in gold
letters four foot high, I felt I really was a prominent citizen.
But dear friends and brothers, always there's somebody handy with a
fly to stick in your ointment. Once I went down street to see how
that sign looked a little ways off, and up rides a puncher.

"'Hadds & Scraggs!' says he: 'I wonder what kind of merchandise
them is? Well, I must take a Hadds and a Scraggs home to show the
boys.'