If you'll give me a chance I'll rope a steer with you for blood or whisky; I'm thirsty." "Well now," said the policeman, "you be quiet till the doctor comes, and I'll go through your valise." After a hasty examination he said: "Damned little here, and no revolvers of any kind.

Does he eat here ?" "No, he only hires this room." "Mebbe he don't eat anywhere; he looks to me like a hungry man." "Dot's what I think," said the maid.

"I'll go pring him some soup." The prisoner calmly said: "Too late now; my stomach is all dried up." "Haven't you any folks ?" the policeman asked.
Harold seemed to pause for thought.

"I believe I have, but I can't think.

Mary could tell you." "Who's Mary ?" "What's that to you.