Jimmie, who was rubbing tallow on to his lariat, answered--
"There's a piece about him in the Tribune."
Pete picked up the county paper, which happened to be lying on the floor. He read aloud, in a sing-song drawl--
"'We are greatly honoured by the presence amongst us of Professor Adam Chawner, the eminent surgeon and pathologist----'"
"How's that?" demanded Dan.
"Surgeon an' path--ologist."
"What's path--ologist?"
Pete expectorated a contempt for ignorance which he was too polite to put into words. Then he said suavely--
"A pathologist is a kind o' pathfinder. Comes from the Greek, I reckon: path--logus--skilled in finding noo paths to knowledge. See!"
"If you ain't a walkin' dictionary!"