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"When Greek Meets Greek".
The next morning, which was Sunday, the machinations of Big Medicine took Pink down to the creek behind the bunk-house.

"What's hurtin' yuh ?" he asked curiously, when he came to where Big Medicine stood in the fringe of willows, choking between his spasms of mirth.
"Haw-haw-haw!" roared Big Medicine; and, seizing Pink's arm in a gorilla-like grip, he pointed down the bank.
Miguel, seated upon a convenient rock in a sunny spot, was painstakingly combing out the tangled hair of his chaps, which he had washed quite as carefully not long before, as the cake of soap beside him testified.
"Combing--combing--his chaps, by cripes!" Big Medicine gasped, and waggled his finger at the spectacle.

"Haw-haw-haw! C-combin'-- his--chaps!" Miguel glanced up at them as impersonally as if they were two cackling hens, rather than derisive humans, then bent his head over a stubborn knot and whistled La Paloma softly while he coaxed out the tangle.
Pink's eyes widened as he looked, but he did not say anything.

He backed up the path and went thoughtfully to the corrals, leaving Big Medicine to follow or not, as he chose.
"Combin'-- his chaps, by cripes!" came rumbling behind him.