"What a picture he doth present!" said Ready. "Look upon it! And yet there is something in it to bring sadness to the heart. Behold how tenderly he doth hold the long-necker to his manly buzzum! 'Tis thus that many a chap hugs a destroyer to his heart."
"The old sinner!" said Hodge. "I don't see how he got here without arousing any of us. There's his horse, picketed near the other animals."
Frank stooped and tried to take the bottle from Joe's clasp, but the sleeping Indian held it fast.
"Go heap better five dol's," he muttered in his sleep.
"He's still playing poker," said Frank.
He gave Crowfoot a hard shake.
"Wake up, you copper-colored sot!" he cried. "Wake up and see what you've got in your hands."
"Four king," mumbled Joe thickly. "Heap good!"
At this the boys laughed heartily.
"That's a pretty good hand!" said Frank. "It takes four aces or a straight flush to beat it."