'Fore ever he shows up on the Upper Hawgthief that time, this Black Feather gets nosepaint some'ers an' puts a whole quart of it away in the shade; an' he shore exhibits symptoms.

Which for one thing he feels about four stories tall! "Stocton sets a trap for Black Feather.

He fills up the tin cup into which he draws that Valley Tan with coal-oil--karoseen you-all calls it--an' leaves it, temptin' like, settin' on top a whiskey bar'l.

Shore! it's the first thing Black Feather notes.

He sees his chance an' grabs an' downs the karoseen; an' Stocton sort o' startin' for him, this Black Feather gulps her down plump swift.