“Who is the whitest man in Medicine Bow?” sang Ned Blossom. 12
“Colorado Jim!” howled the chorus.
“Who is the huskiest two-hundred-pounder in the hul of Ameriky?”
“Colorado Jim!”
“Who is it the gals all lu-huv?”
“Colorado Jim—sure!”
Jim swung his big figure over the side of the coach. He grabbed two of his tormentors by the scruffs of their necks and jerked them on to the ground.
“I’m through with all this,” he cried. “Rob, get that animated bunch of horse-hair going.”
Ned Blossom held up his hand.
“Cut it out, boys,” he ordered. “See here, Jim, we got wise to this absconsion of yours, and we thought we’d jest bunch in. The boys are feeling queer about it, though there ain’t much show of handkerchiefs. We—we thought mebbe you’d accept a little—kinder keepsake. It—it ain’t much, but—but—— Wal, here it is.”