"Slow!" exclaimed Bill. "That aint no reason for a man's bein' a fool. I aint no saint, but I know when to quit."
"Well, you're lucky," said Shock. "Because I have seen lots of men that don't, and they're the fellows that need a little help, don't you think so?"
Bill squirmed a little uneasily.
"You can't keep an eye on all the fools unless you round 'em up in corral," he grunted.
"No. But a man can keep from thinking more of a little tickling in his stomach than he does of the life of his fellowman."
"Well, what I say is," replied Bill, "every fellow's got to look after himself."
"Yes," agreed Shock, "and a little after the other fellows, too. If a man is sick—"
"Oh! now you're speakin'," interrupted Bill eagerly. "Why, certainly."
"Or if he is not very strong."
"Why, of course."