“You’d feel highly complimented if you could hear what they said about you.”
“What did they say about you?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Sure you don’t. You never remember what’s said about you, but whenever any one tips you off concernin’ a pard you keep it right on tap. What are you going to do for the two weeks I’m laid up?”
“Just hang around and wait for you to get well, I guess,” Matt laughed.
“Don’t hike out of town, will you?”
“No; I’m going to stay right here.”
McGlory looked at the doctor.
“He’s my pard, doc,” said he. “Matt’s his label, and he’s the clear quill any way you take him.”
“You both seem to stand pretty high in each other’s estimation,” smiled the doctor.