Then he gives me a cigarette, and then he begins to talk." "Talk, what about ?" "Damned if I know, but the first thing I knew I was tellin' him about the broncho bustin',--that's my job, you know--and how I won out from Nigger Jake in the Calgary Stampede, until I was that stuck on myself that I said: 'Well, sir, we'd better get a move on,' and up he gets with my kit-bag on his back.

By and by, we picks up another lame duck and then another, feedin' 'em with chocolate and slingin' his jaw, and when we was at the limit, he halts us outside one of them stone shacks and knocks at the door.

'No soldiers here,' snaps the red-headed angel, shuttin' the door right in his face.

Then he opens the door and steps right in where she could see him, and starts to talk to her, and us listening out in the rain.

Say! In fifteen minutes we was all standin' up to a feed of coffee and buns, and then he gets Harry Hobbs whistlin' and singin', and derned if we couldn't have marched to Berlin.