An' Sheeley an' the
Drunk they got to scrappin' like I tole you. An' then while the big
one was tryin' to git Sheeley to quit, the Drunk he come over to the
door right where I was layin' at, an' he steady hisself aginst the
wall an' bang loose at Sheeley with a pistol."
"Would you know the Big One again? Oh, Chick, try to remember what he
looked like!"
Chick shook his head, "Naw, I don't 'member what none of 'em looked
like. But you know which one he was; he gimme the silver knob offen
his whip."
Miss Lady sprang to her feet: "We must get him to the courthouse, Mr.
Flathers. Quick! Help me with his clothes. I'll put on his shoes and
stockings."
"But the train--" began Phineas.
"We can't wait for it!" cried Miss Lady. "You must drive us in the
wagon." In a surprisingly few minutes Chick, bewildered but
interested, was fully clothed. "Give me the blankets off the bed and
help me wrap them around him," said Miss Lady. "There! You carry him
and I'll hold the umbrella. Keep your mouth shut, Chick; don't you
dare open it until I tell you."
[Illustration: "Tell me quick! How do you know about the shooting?"]
The bewildered Chick, encased like a mummy, was rushed out to the
wagon and deposited between two ice-cream freezers, while Miss Lady
knelt beside him, trying to shield him from the wind.
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