He don't
disclose nothin' on that p'int afterward, an' mebby he tracks up on
me accidental.
"'But what informs me plain that he explores my war-bags for stuff,
before ever he concloods to look after my health, is this: Later,
when we gets acquainted an' I onfurls my finances onto him, he seems
disapp'inted an' hurt.
"'The statistics of the barkeep of the Tub of Blood next day, goes
to the effect that I'm shorely out thar four hours; an' when Spanish
Bill discovers me I'm mighty near froze. Taos nights in November has
a heap of things in common with them Artic regions we hears of,
where them fur-lined sports goes in pursoot of that North Pole.
Bein' froze, an' mebby from an over-dab of nose-paint, I never
saveys about this yere Spanish Bill meetin' up with me that a-way
ontil later. But by what the barkeep says, he drug me into the Tub
of Blood an' allows he's got a maverick.
"'"Fix this yere froze gent up somethin' with teeth," says Spanish
Bill to the barkeep. "I don't know his name none, but he's sufferin'
an' has got to be recovered if it takes the entire check-rack."
"'Which the barkeep stands in an' brings me to. I comes 'round an'
can walk some if Spanish Bill goes along steadyin' of me by the
collar.
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