faces, and selecting the one
that appeared less drunk than the others, unceremoniously jerked the
man by the collar into the foreground. "You know me!" he snapped.
"I'm Nulty--Nulty. Say it!"

"Nultee," said the bewildered foreigner.

"Yes," said Nulty. "Now you run for the doctor--and you run like hell.
If he ain't at home--find him. Tell him to come to Nulty--_quick_.
Understand?"

The Polack nodded his head excitedly.

"Doctor--Nultee," he ejaculated brightly.

"Yes," said Nulty. "Go on, now--run!" And he gave the Polack an
initial start with a vigorous push that nearly toppled the man forward
on his nose.

Nulty stooped down, picked up P. Walton in his arms as though the
latter were a baby, and started toward his own home a block away.

"My God," he muttered, "a railroad man down there in a state like
this--he'd have a long chance, he would! Poor devil, guess he won't
last out many more of these. Blast it all, now if the wife was home
she'd know what to do--blamed if I know!"

For all that, however, Nulty did pretty well. He put P. Walton to bed,
and started feeding him cracked ice even before the doctor came--after
that Nulty went on feeding cracked ice.

Along toward midnight, Gleason, the yard-master, burst hurriedly into
the house.

"Say, Nulty, you there!" he bawled. "That blasted train robber's got
away, and--oh!" He had stepped from the hall over the threshold of the
bedroom door, only to halt abruptly as his eyes fell upon the bed.
"Anything I can do--Nulty?" he asked in a booming whisper, that he
tried to make soft.

Nulty, sitting in a chair by the bed, shook his head--and Gleason
tiptoed in squeaky boots out of the house.

P. Walton, who had been lying with closed eyes, opened them, and looked
at Nulty.

"What did he say?" he inquired.

"Says the fellow we got to-day has got away," said Nulty shortly.
"Shut up--the doctor says you're not to talk."

P. Walton's bright eyes made a circuit of the room, came back, and
rested again on Nulty.

"Would you know him again if you saw him?" he demanded.

"Would I know him!" exclaimed Nulty. "It's not likely I wouldn't, is
it? I was dead-heading him down from Gopher Butte, wasn't I?"

"I think," said P. Walton slowly, "if it were me I'd be scared stiff
that he got away--afraid he'd be trying to revenge that other fellow,
you know. You want to look out for him."

"I'd ask nothing better than to meet him again," said Nulty griml