"Then he's drunker than I thought," replied Johnny. "I never heard of nobody bein' so far gone in liquor that they missed themselves."
"Oh, you go to th' devil!" snorted Two-Spot, turning around so he could snicker in safety.
Johnny glanced casually at the Doc, walked up to the bar and bought a cigar, which he lit with scrupulous care.
"Meet th' Doc, Nelson," said Dave.
Johnny turned. "Glad to meet you, Doctor. I've heard of you, an' passed yore place."
"Saw you," replied the Doc, "and I coveted that black mare."
"Nice little cayuse," admitted Johnny.
"The Doc was kidnapped," said Dave, watching closely.
"That so?" replied Johnny, politely. "An' how old was you, Doctor?"