Wait, I'll fetch my
razor, an' you can mow 'em." He disappeared, to return a few moments
later with a razor, a cake of hand-soap, and a shaving brush.
"I never have shaved my self," admitted Endicott, eyeing the articles
dubiously.
"Who have you shaved?"
"I mean, I have always been shaved by a barber."
"Oh!" The cowboy took another long pull at the bottle. "Well, Win,
the fact is them whiskers looks like hell an' has got to come off." He
rolled up his sleeves. "I ain't no barber, an' never shaved a man in
my life, except myself, but I'm willin' to take a chance. After what
you've done for me I'd be a damn coward not to risk it. Wait now 'til
I get another drink an' I'll tackle the job an' get it over with. A
man can't never tell what he can do 'til he tries."
Endicott viewed the cowboy's enthusiasm with alarm. "That's just what
I was thinking, Tex," he hastened to say, as the other drew the cork
from the bottle. "And it is high time I learned to shave myself,
anyway. I have never been where it was necessary before. If you will
just sit there and tell me how, I will begin right now."
"Alright, Win, you can't never learn any younger. First off, you wet
your face in the creek an' then soap it good. That soap ain't regular
shavin' soap, but it'll do. Then you take the brush an' work it into a
lather, an' then you shave.
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