Stone disappeared to return with cigars, whiskey and
seltzer, which he placed at Overland's elbow. "My friend Dr. Marshall is
an Easterner," he said.
Overland waved a comprehending hand, lit another cigar, and settled
back. "Now I can take the hobbles off and talk nacheral. When you gents
want me to stop, just say 'Guzzuh.'"
CHAPTER XIX
"TO CUT MY TRAIL LIKE THAT!"
Overland Red was concluding his last yarn, a most amazing account of
"The night the Plancher boys shot up Abilene."
It was exactly two o'clock by Dr. Marshall's watch.
"Both my guns was choked up with burnt powder. I reached down and
borrowed two guns off a gent what wasn't usin' his jest then. Next day I
was elected sheriff unanimous. They was seven of us left standin'. That
was back in '98." Overland yawned and stood up.
"The boys are all asleep now," said Walter Stone. "We have plenty of
room here. You'll not object to taking one of the guest-rooms as you
find it, I'm sure."
"For better or for worse, as the pote says." And Overland grinned. "But
I got to put that little chaffer to roost somewhere."
"That's so."
"I'll go wake him up." And Overland strode to the racing-car. The
"chaffer" had departed for parts unknown.
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