“That’s quite a name,” agreed Johnny. “My name’s Grant, this one’s name is Shell, and that Jewish friend of ours there is named Swensen. We’re Johnny, Oyster and Eskimo, respectably.”
They all shook hands gravely.
“If the clerk will furnish us with clean glasses, I’ll make a purchase,” said Jim Legg solemnly.
“My ——!” exclaimed Eskimo explosively.
“Just why?” queried Jim Legg.
“I thought my belt was comin’ off.”
They filled their glasses and drank heartily. By this time Jim Legg seemed to be getting numb, but happily so. The world was bathed in a rosy glow, and he wanted to sing and dance.
“Jist what is yore business, Misser Legg?” asked Oyster.
“I came here,” said Jim, “to be a cowpuncher.”
Johnny Grant’s foot slipped and he sat down heavily on the bar-rail.