right here in doo elegy of our feller townsman that Hank c'n set out as
fillin' an' tasty a meal of vittles as anyone ever cocked a lip over,
barrin', of course, every married man's wife.

"Draw your horses, boys, an' git a-goin'!"

Alice Marcum's surprise at Tex Benton's remarkable feat, after what
Purdy had told her, was nothing to the surprise and rage of Purdy
himself who had sat like an image throughout the performance. When the
Mayor began his oration Purdy's eyes flashed rapidly over the crowd and
seeing that neither Cinnabar Joe nor the doctor were present, slipped
his horse around the end of the lumber pile and dashed for the doctor's
office. "That damn Doc'll wisht he hadn't never double-crossed me!" he
growled, as he swung from the saddle before the horse had come to a
stop. The office was empty and the man turned to the Headquarters
saloon. Inside were the two men he sought, and he approached them with
a snarl.

"What the hell did yeh double-cross me for?" he shouted in a fury.

The doctor pointed to Cinnabar Joe who, still dazed from the effect of
the drug, leaned upon the table. "I didn't double-cross you. The
wrong man got the dope, that's all."

Cinnabar Joe regarded Purdy dully. "He switched glasses," he muttered
thickly.

A swift look of fear flashed into Purdy's eyes. "How'n hell did he
know we fixed his licker?" he cried, for well he realized that if the
Texan had switched glasses he was cognizant of the attempt to dope him.