sides, and trying to straighten his face so that he could talk out of the middle of it. "That's th' best ever! Have another drink!"
"I ain't tellin' my troubles for liquor," snorted Youbet. "You have one with me. Here comes some customers down th' street, I reckon."
"Say!" exclaimed the bartender hurriedly. "You keep mum about sheep. This is a red-hot sheep town, an' it hates Waffles an' all his friends. Hullo, boys!" he called to four men, who filed into the room. "Where 's th' rest of you?"
"Comin' in later. Same thing, Jimmy," replied Clayton, chief herder. "An' give us th' cards."
"Have you seen Price?" asked Towne.
"Yes; he was in here a few minutes ago. What 'd you say, Schultz?" the bartender asked, turning to the man who pulled at his sleeve.
"I said dot you vas nod right aboud vat you said de odder day. Chust now I ask Clayton, und he said you vas nod."
"All right, Dutchy—all right!" laughed the
