Pick me out a decently mannered horse."
* * * * *
After the Professor had administered the first dose of alcohol, his
patients lay quiet for at least three minutes. Then Jimmie said
dolefully--
"Badly as she's treated me, I'd like to kiss my Edna good-bye."
In the silence that followed Pete's rather rasping voice was heard--
"I ain't got no best girl!"
"Ye're in luck," groaned Dan. "This may break pore Mame's heart. When
I'm gone, she'll remember that onst I was the greatest thing on this
green earth to her."
Presently Pete remarked: "Surgeon an' pathologist is the Perfessor."
"Meanin'?"
"Like as not he'll operate."
"Operate?"
"Cut us open, you derned fool!"
Dan retorted savagely: "Now ye're so near yer end, I'd go easy with
sech talk, if I was you."
"I beg yer pardon," said Pete, "but I'm scairt of the Perfessor's eye.
Anyways, sink or swim, I'll hev no man gittin' his knife into me."
Dan sat up.
"Boys," he said emphatically, "you kin do as you please, but I'm goin'
to hev a las' kind word with my Mame."
He slipped out of his bunk.
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