Didn't know any one was in there."
"You're in a hell of a fix with your eyesight an' hearin' all shot to
pieces, ain't you? But I reckon they're goin' to be the best part of
you if you don't come along with me. Cinnabar Joe's be'n doped."
"_Cinnabar Joe_!" The doctor's surprise was genuine.
"Yes. Cinnabar Joe. An' you better get on the job an' bring him to,
or they'll be tossin' dry ones in on top of you about tomorrow. Sold
any drugs that w'd do a man that way, lately?"
The doctor knitted his brow. "Why let's see. I don't remember----"
"Your mem'ry ain't no better'n what your eyesight an' hearin' is, is
it? I reckon mebbe a little jolt might get it to workin'." As Tex
talked even on, his fist shot out and landed squarely upon the other's
nose and the doctor found himself stretched at full length among the
saddles and odds and ends of harness. Blood gushed from his nose and
flowed in a broad wet stream across his cheek. He struggled weakly to
his feet and interposed a shaking arm.
"I didn't do anything to you," he whimpered.
"No. I'm the one that's doin'. Is your parts workin' better? 'Cause
if they ain't----"
"What do you want to know? I'll tell you!" The man spoke hurriedly as
he cringed from the doubling fist.
"I know you sold the dope, 'cause when I told you about Cinnabar you
wasn't none surprised at the dope--but at who'd got it.
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