But the feller touches him on the breast with his finger, and makes him look at him.
"My honest friend," says the feller, "I am NOT a preacher.

Not right now, anyhow.

No! My mission is spreading the glad tidings of good health.

Look at me," and he swells his chest up, and keeps a-holt of Hank's eyes with his'n.

"You behold before you the discoverer, manufacturer, and proprietor of Siwash Indian Sagraw, nature's own remedy for Bright's Disease, rheumatism, liver and kidney trouble, catarrh, consumption, bronchitis, ring-worm, erysipelas, lung fever, typhoid, croup, dandruff, stomach trouble, dyspepsia--" And they was a lot more of 'em.
"Well," says Hank, sort o' backing up as the big man come nearer and nearer to him, jest natcherally bully-ragging him with them eyes, "I got none of them there complaints." The doctor he kind o' snarls, and he brings his hand down hard on Hank's shoulder, and he says: "There are more things betwixt Dan and Beersheba than was ever dreamt of in thy sagacity, Romeo!" Or they was words to that effect, fur that doctor was jest plumb full of Scripter quotations.