"Served him right for playing with edged tools."
"I will not say that, poor fellow, for life was dear to him; but he should have been more careful."
"We will go together to the burial."
"By all means, and I'll give my friends a hint to be ready if Brassy's pards go to showing an ugly mood, while you will go prepared, Doc?"
"I always am," was the laconic response.
"Now, how's yer sick man?"
"He will recover bodily, but never mentally I fear."
"I'm sorry," and Landlord Larry went to prepare for the burial.
In half an hour all was ready to start, and Doctor Dick and Landlord Larry were given the places of honor at the procession, or rather just following what was called "the band," and which consisted of a dozen men who sang, the leader alone playing on a cornet.
Following the doctor and Landlord Larry, came the eight men bearing the body of Dave Dockery on a litter on their shoulders.