Even as this fear overwhelmed me with consternation, I was compelled to notice how helplessly the first of the two women walked--as though her limbs refused to support her body, even though apparently upheld by the grip of the man beside her.

Rale, joining them, immediately grasped her other arm, and, between the two, she was impelled forward.

The saloon keeper seemed unable to restrain his voice.
"Yer must'r give her one hell o' a dose," he growled, angrily.

"Half o' thet wud a bin 'nough.

Why, damn it, she kin hardly walk." "Well, what's the odds ?" it was Kirby who replied sarcastically.