"I'll stay out to-night and report to-morrow evening."
"We'll be in shape by morning to start on the search," said Enoch.
Curly turned to his former cook with a grin. "Well, Judge, is your
little vacation giving you the rest you wanted?"
Enoch, gaunt, unshaven, exhausted, his blue eyes blood-shot, nodded
contentedly. "I'm having the time of my life, Curly."
"I had a bull dog once," said Curly. "If I'd take a barrel stave and
pound him with it, saying all the time, 'Nice doggie, isn't this fun!
Isn't this a nice little stick! Don't you like these little love
pats?' he'd wag his tail and slobber and tell me how much he enjoyed it
and beg for more. But, if I took a straw and tapped him with it,
telling him he was a poor dog, that nobody loved him, that I was
breaking his ribs which he richly deserved, why that bull pup nearly
died of suffering of body and anguish of mind."
Enoch shook his head sadly. "A great evangelist was lost when you took
to placer mining, Curly."
Mack had been talking quietly to Milton. "I don't believe it was the
river water, that upset you. I think you have drunk from some poison
spring. I did that once, up in this country, and it took me six months
to get over it, because I couldn't get to a doctor.
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