He turned dizzy and keeled over, and I dumped him back on the bunk.

Then I put my six-shooter on.
In a minute or so he came to.
"Now you're a nice, sweet proposition," said I, as soon as I was sure he could understand me.

"Here I pick you up on the street and save your worthless carcass, and the first chance you get you try to crawl my hump.

Explain." "Where's my clothes ?" he demanded again, very fierce.
"For heaven's sake," I yelled at him, "what's the matter with you and your old clothes?
There ain't enough of them to dust a fiddle with anyway.

What do you think I'd want with them?
They're safe enough."' "Let me have them," he begged.
"Now, look here," said I, "you can't get up to-day.