This yere ain't relevant none, but Billy at once
pastures him out on a can of sardines an' some crackers, while he
keeps on bein' liberal to himse'f about whiskey.
"'I don't feel like denyin' myse'f nothin',' he says. 'Yere I gets
married, an' in less'n an hour my wife is ravaged away at the whoop
of dooty to ride herd on another gent's fam'ly,; leavin' me, her
husband, with that other gent's abandoned progeny on my hands. This
yere's gettin' to be a boggy ford for Billy Rudd, you bet.'
"But while Billy takes on a heap, he don't impress me like he's hurt
none after all. When Doc Peets trails in from 'Doby's, where he's
been in the interests of science that a-way, Billy at once drug him
aside for a pow-wow. They talks over in one corner of the Red Light
awhile, then Billy looks up like one load's offen his mind, an'
yells:
" 'Barkeep, it's another boy. Use my name freely in urgin' drinks on
the camp.'
"Then Billy goes on whisperin' to Doc Peets an' layin' down
somethin', like his heart's sot on it. At last Doc says:
"'The best way, Billy, is for me to bring 'Doby over.' With this Doc
Peets gets onto his pony at the door an' goes curvin' back to
'Doby's.
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