"As he says this, Black Jack sets up a bottle an' a tin cup, an'
then for a blazer slams a six-shooter on the bar at the same time.
Lookin' some bloo tharat, the Signal sharp takes a gulp or two of
straight nose-paint, cavilin' hot at the tin cup, an' don't mention
nothin' more of cocktails.

"'Whatever is the damage anyhow?' he says to Black Jack, soon as
he's quit gaggin' over the whiskey, the same tastin' raw an' vicious
to him, an' him with his lady-like throat framed ready for
cocktails. 'What's thar to pay?'

"'Nary contouse,' says Black Jack, moppin' of the bar complacent.
'Not a soo markee. That drink's on the house, stranger.'

"When this Signal sharp goes out, Enright says he's got pore
manners, an' he marvels some he's still walkin' the earth.

"'However,' says Enright, 'I s'pose his livin' so long arises mainly
from stayin' East, where they don't make no p'int on bein' p'lite,
an' runs things looser.'

"'Whatever's the matter of chasin' this insultin' tenderfoot 'round
a lot,' asks Texas Thompson, 'an' havin' amoosement with him? Thar
ain't nothin' doin', an' we oughter not begretch a half-day's work,
puttin' knowledge into this party. If somethin' ain't done forthwith
to inform his mind as to them social dooties while he stays in
Arizona, you can gamble he won't last to go East no more.'

"As what Texas Thompson says has weight, thar begins to grow a
gen'ral desire to enlighten this yere sport. As Texas su'gests the