"
"They are three good fellows."
"I hope to pull them through," said the Professor stoutly. "For the
moment there is nothing more to be done. They are in bed, and, not to
put a fine point on it, half-drunk. Alcohol stupefies the
_cocci_, but it does not destroy them. I shall pour whisky down
their throats till the drugs I have ordered arrive from San Lorenzo. I
have told your foreman that my patients are not to be disturbed. After
supper I shall administer another dose of whisky."
An hour later, the Professor, accompanied by me, returned to the bunk-
house.
"I hope to find them asleep," he said. "I gave them enough alcohol to
induce stupor."
"How much?"
"At least a quart."
I said with deference--
"I do not presume to question your treatment, but cowboys can carry an
amazing quantity of whisky. Alcohol is a stimulant-narcotic, isn't
it?"
"Perfectly."
"It stimulates first. Speaking from a variegated experience of
cowboys, I should say that a quart of well-matured Bourbon would
barely suffice to stimulate three powerful young men."
"'Um!" said the Professor thoughtfully.
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