Where did he get the liquor?"
"The same place he got the clothes, I guess. He said he met a friend
and borrowed them," smiled Endicott.
"Well, it's nothing to laugh at. I should think you'd be ashamed to
stand there and laugh about it."
The man stared at her in surprise. "I guess he won't drink enough to
hurt him any. And--why, it was only a day or two ago that you sat in
the dining car and defended their drinking. You even said, I believe,
that had you been a man you would have been over in the saloon with
them."
"Yes, I did say that! But that was different. Oh, I think men are
_disgusting_! They're either _bad_, or just plain _dumb_!"
"We left old Crego's bones to bleach on the range of the buffalo--
Went home to our wives an' sweethearts, told others not to go,
For God's forsaken the buffalo range, and the damned old buffalo-o-o!"
"At least our friend Tex does not seem to be stricken with dumbness,"
Endicott smiled as the words of the buffalo skinner's song broke forth
anew. "Do you know I have taken a decided fancy to him. He's----"
"I'd run along and play with him then if I were you," was the girl's
sarcastic comment. "Maybe if you learn how to swear and sing some of
his beautiful songs he'll give you part of his whiskey." She turned
away abruptly and became absorbed in the preparation of supper, and
Endicott, puzzled as he was piqued, at the girl's attitude, joined the
two who were busy with the pack.
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