CHAPTER VI.
"You treacherous, dirty hound!" said Breslin.
"Of all the low-down skunks I ever seen, you sure are the skunkiest!" said Nueces.

"The sheriff was right after all.

Cur-dog fits you to a T." He finished washing out the cut on Foy's head as he spoke.

"Now the bandages, Anastacio.

We'll have the blood stopped in a jiffy.
Funny he hasn't come to.