"Hello, boys, any one hurt?" asked one.
"Hurt!" groaned Badger. "They've done for me."
"Oh, I guess not. Let us get a light and see how things is," said the landlord.
"Don't make a light," protested Shirley.
"Why not?"
"Because they'll fire at it."
"No, but go up and clean them fellows out. I could die happy if I knowed you'd cleaned 'em out," gasped Badger.
"Wa'al," said the landlord, "you can't expect me to go up there and try to do anything after the fist you two have made of it. I don't mind anything in reason, but that's axin' a leetle too much."
"Something must be done, and at once," said Frank Shirley.
"What do you want done?" asked the landlord, already heartily sick of the undertaking.