Also, Dave disappears;--in fact, both Dave an' Missis Rucker fades from view.
"It's about fo'rth drink time the evenin' of the third day, an' most of us is in the Red Light.

Thar's a gloom overhangs us like a fog.

Mebby it's the oncertainties which envelops Dave, mebby it's because Missis Rucker's done deserted an' left us to rustle for ourse'fs or starve.
Most of us is full of present'ments that something's due to happen.
"All at once, an' onexpected, Dave walks in.

A sigh of relief goes up, for the glance we gives him shows he's all right--sane as Enright--clothed an' in his right mind as set fo'th in holy writ.
Also, his countenance is a wrinkle of glee.
"'Gents,' says Dave, an' his air is that patronisin' it would have been exasperatin' only we're so relieved, 'gents, I'm come to seek congratyoolations an' set 'em up.

Peets an' that motherly angel, Missis Rucker, allows I'll be of more use yere than in my own house, whereat I nacherally floats over.