everything I've left out. That's me, Joe Bush.' He stopped a
minute. 'Trouble--' says he. 'Trouble--I wisht nobody'd mention
that word in my hearin' again.'

"Well, he had us gummed fast, all right. Nobody in our outfit
could push up against such a world-without-end experience as that.

"But Scraggs was a gentleman; he didn't crowd us because we broke.
In fact, now that he'd had his say, he loosened up considerable,
and every now and then he'd even smile.

"Then come to us the queerest thing in that whole curiosity-shop of
a ranch. Its name was Alexander Fulton. I reckon Aleck was about
twenty-one by the almanac, and anywhere's from three to ninety by
the way you figure a man. Aleck stood six foot high _as_ he stood,
but if you ran the tape along his curves he was about six-foot-four.

"He weighed one hundred and twenty pounds, of which twenty-five
went to head and fifty to feet. Feet! You never saw such feet.
They were the grandest feet that ever wore a man; long and high and
wide, and all that feet should be. Chawley said that Alexander had
ground plan enough for a company of nigger soldiers. And hung to
Aleck's running gear, they reminded you of the swinging jigger in a
clock. They almost make me forget his hands. When Aleck laid a
flipper on a cayuse's back, you'd think the critter was blanketed.
And then there was his Adam's apple--he had so many special
features, it's hard to keep track of them. About a foot of Aleck's
protrudin' into air was due to neck. In the center of that neck
was an Adam's apple that any man might be proud of.