Moore, who had not recognized him until that moment dropped his arm, replying,
“Oh, is that you, Jack?”
Russell said in explanation,
“These are friends of mine, and I want them to stop quarrelling.”
Moore now assisted Russell, and they succeeded in a few minutes in separating the combatants.
“Let’s all take a drink,” said Moore, “and be friends.”
To this Sapp and Banfield, as neither had injured the other, assented. As they stood with their glasses raised, Moore heard a groan, and going towards the table, saw Buz Cavan’s dog just expiring.
“Boys,” said he, turning towards the two reconciled men who were waiting for him to rejoin them at the bar, “you’ve killed a dog.”
Banfield called immediately for more drinks, when another groan was heard. On going to the bunk from whence it came, they found George Carrhart writhing in extreme agony. Dr. Bissell lifted him from the bunk to the table, and after a brief examination of his body and pulse, made the announcement,
“He is dying.”