Part 27 (1/2)

”Yes,” agreed Ike, ”when he's got to. But I have a lingerin' suspicion that you'd be better inside to-night. It aint goin' to be pleasant.”

”Oh, I'll be all right,” replied Shock cheerfully.

”I have a small tent, a couple of coats, a pair of blankets, and my pony has got his oats.”

”Yes,” drawled Ike, regarding the cayuse with contemptuous eyes, ”he's all right. You can't kill them fellers. But, as I remarked, you'd be better inside.”

He walked around the buckboard and his eyes fell upon the doctor.

”What the--” Ike checked himself, either out of deference to Shock's profession or more likely from sheer amazement.

He turned down the buffalo, gazed at the sleeping figure with long and grave interest, then lifting his head he remarked with impressive solemnity, ”Well, I be chawed and swallered! You HAVE got him, eh? Now, how did you do it?”

”Well,” said Shock, ”it was not difficult. I found him asleep in the International. I carried him out, and there he is.”

”Say,” said Ike, looking at Shock with dawning admiration in his eyes, ”you're a bird! Is there anythin' else you want in that town? Guess not, else it would be here. The General said you'd kidnap him, and he was right. Now, what you goin' to do when he comes to? There aint much shelter in this bluff, and when he wakes he'll need someone to set up with him, sure. He's a terror, a dog-goned terror!”

”Oh, we'll manage,” said Shock lightly. ”I mean to start early in the morning.”

”Before he gets up, eh? As I remarked before, you're a bird!”

For some moments Ike hung about the camp, poking the fire, evidently somewhat disturbed in his mind. Finally he said in a hesitating tone, ”It aint much to offer any man, but my shack kin hold two men as well as one, and I guess three could squeeze in, specially if the third is in the condition he's in,” nodding toward the doctor. ”We kin lay him on the floor. Of course, it aint done up with no picters and hangin's, but it keeps out the breeze, and there aint no bugs, you bet.”

Shock's experience of Western shacks had not been sufficiently varied and extensive to enable him to appreciate to the full this last commendation of Ike's.

Ike's hesitation in making the offer determined Shock.

”Thank you very much,” he said cordially. ”I shall be delighted to go with you.”

”All right, let's git,” said Ike, proceeding to hitch up the pony, while Shock gathered his stuff together. In a few minutes they were ready to start.

”Guess he'll ride comfortable where he is,” said Ike. ”You can't kill a drunk man. Strange, aint it?”

It was growing dusk as they drove through the town, but the streets, the hotel stoops, and bars were filled with men in various stages of intoxication. As they caught sight of Ike and recognised his companion, they indulged themselves in various facetious remarks.

”h.e.l.lo, Ike. Goin' to meetin'?”

”No,” retorted Ike shortly. ”Goin' to school fer manners. Want to come?”

”Ikey's got religion. Caught on to the fire-escape you bet.”

”No, he's goin' to learn that ra.s.slin' trick.”

”Ikey's showin' the stranger the town. He's on for a bust, you bet.”

”Blank lot of jay birds,” said Ike grimly, in a low tone. ”I'll see'em later. You'd think they'd never seen a stranger before.”

”That is all for me, I suppose, Ike,” said Shock apologetically.

”Don't you worry. It won't give me any grey hair.” Ike emphasised his indifference by tilting his hat till it struck on the extreme back of his head, and lounging back in his seat with his feet on the dashboard.