CHAPTER V.Sheep.
Slim rising first from dinner on the next day but one opened the door of the mess-house, and stood there idly picking his teeth before he went about his work.

After a minute of listening to the boys "joshing" old Patsy about some gooseberry pies he had baked without sugar, he turned his face outward, threw up his head like a startled bull, and began to sniff.
"Say, I smell sheep, by golly!" he announced in the bellowing tone which was his conversational voice, and sniffed again.
"Oh, that's just a left-over in your system from the dose yuh got in town Sunday," Weary explained soothingly.

"I've smelled sheep, and tasted sheep, and dreamed sheep, ever since." "No, by golly, it's sheep! It ain't no memory.

I--I b'hieve I hear 'em, too, by golly." Slim stepped out away from the building and faced suspiciously down the coulee.
"Slim, I never suspected you of imagination before," the Native Son drawled, and loitered out to where Slim stood still sniffing.

"I wonder if you're catching it from Andy and me.