Red Light bar. He comes ramblin' over with Old Monte from Tucson one
evenin'; that's the first glimpse we has of him. An' for a hour,
mebby, followin' his advent, seein' the gen'ral herd is busy with the
mail, he has the Red Light to himse'f.

"On this yere o'casion, thar's likewise present in Wolfville--he's
been infringin' 'round some three days--a onsettled an' migratory
miscreant who's name is Ugly Collins. He's in a heap of ill repoote
in the territories, this Ugly Collins is; an' only he contreebutes
the information when he arrives in camp that his visit is to be
mighty temp'rary, Enright would have signed up Jack Moore to take his
guns an' stampede him a lot.

"At the time I'm talkin' of, as thar's no one who's that abandoned as
to go writin' letters to Ugly Collins, it befalls he's plenty
footloose. This leesure on the part of Ugly Collins turns out some
disastrous for that party. Not havin' no missives to read leaves him
free to go weavin' about permiscus an' it's while he's strayin' here
an' thar that he tracks up on this stranger who's come after Cherokee.

"Ugly Collins sees our pilgrim in the Red Light an', except Black
Jack,--who of course is present offishul--the stranger's alone. He's
weak an' meek an' shook by a cough that sounds like the overture to a
fooneral. Ugly Collins, who's a tyrannizin' cowardly form of
outcast, sizes him up as a easy prey. He figgers he'll have a heap
of evil fun with him, Ugly Collins does. Tharupon he approaches the
consumptive stranger:

"'You-all seems plenty ailin', pard,' says Ugly Collins.