If he's got the spectacles of a thousand dollar eddication he's an
a'mighty lucky feller, an' I'm guessin' they'll help him dodge a whole
heap o' muck holes he'd otherwise bury his silly head in. So hang on,
boy. Grip them darn fool notions so they ain't got a chance. If you
let go--wal, you'll get a full-sized peek into a pretty fancy sort o'
hell wher' ther' ain't any sort o' chance o' dopin' your visions out o'
sight with Ju Penrose's belly wash. So long."
Ju picked up his lantern and turned back into his bar, closing and
securing his door behind him. Then, with keen anticipation and
enjoyment, he approached his till and proceeded to count his day's
takings.
* * * * * *
Bob Whitstone unhitched his horse from Ju's tying post. He swung
himself into the saddle and rode away,--away toward his outland home
under the starlit roof of the plains. It was an almost nightly journey
with him now, for the saloon habit had caught him in its toils, and was
already holding him firmly.
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