dollars' worth of stuff smashed--charge it, of course. Prob'ly
he's goin' to die on our hands--'twould be just like his unmerciful
nerve. Pass me that bottle of ammonia, Zeke.'

"Then Keno hollered for me. He'd pried the Majoress' mouth open,
stuck a cork in to it keep it so, and then fed her the revivifier.
She wasn't a handsome woman at the best, but with that cork in her
mouth----!

"'I gave her to there of whisky,' says Keno, indicatin' about four
Swede fingers on a water tumbler. 'Do you think that'll bring her
to ?'

"'Like a bear trap,' says I. 'Do you mean to say you sluiced that
much raw jump-and-holler into a woman that can't stand uncooked
water? Well, you are an allotropic modification of the genus
jackass, like Hadds says of the Major.'

"Keno got purple in the face. He slammed the glass down and walked
out. 'Now you can look after your own women,' says he, bitter.
Them scientific cuss-words cut him to the heart.

"I looked at the lady. The color was coming back to her face.
Evidently she'd be around in a minute or two. Then Hadds fairly
whoops at me:

"'Come here! Come 'here! You're a nice pardner, you are, standin'
there with your hands in your pockets!'

"'Well, what'll I do, Hadds?' says I.