Polly began to mother him. This appeal for bodily comforts aroused all her womanly instincts. She made him sit down and poured the coffee for him saying: "You sure can. With or without?"
"I'll play it straight," grinned Slim.
"I reckon you'll have to, anyway. Here you are."
Slim took the cup with a "thankee."
He drank long and deeply. Then he paused, made a wry face, and danced his feet up and down, as a child does in anger or excitement.
"What's the matter?" asked the girl, with a laugh.
"If this yeah's coffee give me tea, an' if it's tea give me coffee." The Sheriff put down his cup with a shrug of the shoulders.
"It's the best we've got," replied Polly. "Sage-brush got it."
"Oh, that's it. I thought it tasted like sage-brush. How's Bud?" he suddenly demanded.
Polly glanced nervously at the speaker.