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A WESTERN MEMORY
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ed their jokes and ridicule. Out under the shed and on the porch the boys always assembled to watch for the incoming train. Songs, jokes, wonderful narratives and frequent exhibitions of horsemanship served to make the time pass when the train was late or the stage temporarily out of commission.
"Howd'y, stranger; how 're you feeling "
Texas Pete suddenly sang out the inquiry as Tom slowly walked past the group of cronies in front of the shed.
"Better, very much better, thank
you, but not very strong yet "
commenced Tom.
"That's beans, I tell you; Boston baked beans. Couldn't get all that pretty converse nowhere else."
"Irish" spoke in too low a tone for Tom to hear, but Brainy Morris, in loud voice and with his most professional air, interrupted vigorously.
"What you need, young feller," said he, "is exercise. Good, wholesome exercise like Pete and me here takes. Git off that buckskin, Pete,"
he commanded, "an' let this here gent hit th' saddle for a spell."
In vain Tom pleaded recent illness. He was not frightened, but riding a bucking broncho was not exactly the exercise of which a highly-paid specialist would approve.
"That's all right, sonny," thundered Pete's voice, "but that there Boston doctor o' yourn dont understand th' climate out here as we do. Th' fust thing you got to learn in Arizona is thet it ain't healthy fer a likely young feller ter stand round an' watch other folks do things. He's jest natchually got ter git up an' rustle. It may seem mighty queer ter you, but it's in th' climate."
Pete might have rambled on indefinitely, but, much to his surprise, the tenderfoot interrupted.
"That so?" he inquired. "Well, I'll go you."
The unexpected reply startled even "Irish." He watched the invalid's slow efforts to mount with considerable interest.
"Look here, bub," he inquired, solicitously, as the reins were picked up
TOM JSECURES A WILLING NURSE