"A friend, a friend! Hold hard," the leader hastened to cry. "Here is one who keeps a good guard."
"The chief!" ejaculated the other, pretending surprise.
"You bet. And," here he lowered the lantern over the man, sitting up nonchalantly, but with the revolver ready, "it's Corky Joe."
"Same man, cap."
"But how do I find you here when Foxface was set over this tent?"
"Oh, that's all right, chief. 'Want to know?"
"Go on, I'm listening."
"Why, that young ass, the Drudge, sent to give Lottery Paul a rub down with the camphorated spirits, as you prescribed—"
"Quite right, I did."
"Well, he forgot the keg."