"By golly, that's right," chimed in Slim. "That there's the cow I
had sech a time chasin' out uh the bunch down on the bottom. I run
her till I was plum sick, an' so was she, by golly. I'd know her
among a thousand. Yuh got her complete--all but the beller, an',
by golly, yuh come blame near gittin' that, too!" Slim, always
slow and very much in earnest, gradually became infused with the
spirit of the scene. "Jest look at that ole gray sinner with his
nose r'ared straight up in the air over there! By golly, he's
callin' all his wife's relations t' come an' help 'em out. He's
thinkin' the ole Diamon' Bar's goin' t' be one too many fer 'em.
She shore looks fighty, with 'er head down an' 'er eyes rollin'
all ways t' oncet, ready fer the first darn cuss that makes a
crooked move! An' they know it, too, by golly, er they wouldn't
hang back like they're a-doin'. I'd shore like t' be cached behind
that ole pine stub with a thirty--thirty an' a fist full uh shells--
I'd shore make a scatteration among 'em! A feller could easy--"

"But, Slim, they're nothing but paint!" The Little Doctor's eyes were
shining.

Slim turned red and grinned sheepishly at the others.

"I kinda fergot it wasn't nothin' but a pitcher," he stammered,
apologetically.

"That is the gist of the whole matter," said Dunk. "You couldn't ask
for a greater compliment, or higher praise, than that, Miss Della.
One forgets that it is a picture. One only feels a deep longing for
a good rifle. You must let me take it with me to Butte. That picture