"Certainly; it was a simple fracture," answered the Doc. He paused. "Cussed if I know what to think," he growled, arising. He had observed Johnny closely, saw that he was left-handed, found the voice not quite what he had hoped for, and Dave's statement cinched the matter. He nodded good-by and went out, but he looked at Johnny's saddle, where he found silver ornaments instead of brass, and plain stirrup guards instead of the fringed ones he had noticed the night before. Shaking his head he mounted and rode homeward.
Two-Spot placed the broom across a table and sat down. "Dave," he said, almost reverently, "what made you say that?"
"Say what?" demanded the proprietor, belligerently. "You hearin' things?"
"Mebby; but I ain't seein' 'em."
"What did I say that's ridin' you so hard?" demanded Dave.
"What you did about Nelson lookin' in last night."
"What was that?" asked Johnny, with pardonable curiosity.
"Why, Dave up an' tells th' Doc that you poked yore head in at that there door at nine-thirty last night," explained Two-Spot.
"Well, suppose I did?" asked Johnny. "What about it?"
"Well, now," mourned Two-Spot, "if I ain't got th' cussedest mem'ry! It's got Texas fever; a tick must a' crawled up my ear. Of course you did; and didn't you say 'Two-Spot, when I sees you tomorrow I'll buy you a drink?'"