"Well land of living! Where'd you come from?" asked Jim Baker.
"Where you going?" demanded Mr. Post, not answering.
"Going to do what I've been doing for the last ten years," was the reply. "Shoot a well."
"So you're not dead yet?" asked Mr. Post.
"The day isn't over," was the answer, "and I've got two big holes to drop the go-devil down."
Then the two friends began to discuss old times with a vengeance, until the miner, suddenly remembering himself called a halt and cried:
"Jim Baker, let me introduce you to three of the best friends I got. They saved a fool from being parted from his money," and, introducing the boys he explained what he meant.
"You'd better get a nurse," said Mr. Baker sarcastically as his friend finished.
"I've put an advertisement in for one. Got to be a good one though, to keep me straight."
"Do you really shoot oil wells, with nitroglycerine, the way I've read about?" asked John Smith of Mr. Baker.