Those barn dogs never put anything where it belongs."

"That's right. I said let's go get a drink. C'n you hear that?" Tex
noted that the man's face was white and that he was eyeing him
intently, as he approached through the litter.

"Just had one, thanks. Was on my way down to the flats to see the fun,
and thought I'd see if my blanket had dried out all right."

"Yes? Didn't you hear me when I hollered at you in the saloon a minute
ago?"

"No. Didn't know any one was in there."

"You're in a hell of a fix with your eyesight an' hearin' all shot to
pieces, ain't you? But I reckon they're goin' to be the best part of
you if you don't come along with me. Cinnabar Joe's be'n doped."

"_Cinnabar Joe_!" The doctor's surprise was genuine.

"Yes. Cinnabar Joe. An' you better get on the job an' bring him to,
or they'll be tossin' dry ones in on top of you about tomorrow. Sold
any drugs that w'd do a man that way, lately?"

The doctor knitted his brow. "Why let's see. I don't remember----"

"Your mem'ry ain't no better'n what your eyesight an' hearin' is, is
it? I reckon mebbe a little jolt might get it to workin'." As Tex
talked even on, his fist shot out and landed squarely upon the other's
nose and the doctor found himself stretched at full length among the