"'Pears to me," said Dan solemnly, "from what you said just now, we're in the mulligatawny."
The Professor muttered something encouraging, but he remembered the cow.
"To bed with you," he commanded.
Within half-an-hour everyone on the ranch had heard the news. The Professor alone remained monumentally impassive.
"All that is humanly possible shall be done," he affirmed.
"And your treatment?" said I.
"I have no drugs here, but already I have despatched a man to San Lorenzo for strychnia, which in the first stage is invaluable. Meantime I must do what I can with whisky. Have you plenty of whisky?"
"Yes, but----"
"I want a gallon of it."
"Of course you are aware--you know, I mean----"