CHAPTER VI.
OFF TO THE HILLS.
It was some time before Wild Bill became fully conscious after he was carried into the saloon, and when he did come to he raved wildly about the red-haired man he shot in Abilene, and insisted it was his ghost, and not a real man, he had seen.
Bill's friends tried to cheer and reassure him, and got several stiff draughts of liquor down his throat, which finally "set him up." as they said, till he began to look natural.

But he still talked wildly and strangely.
"I told you, Joe," he said to his old friend; "I told you my time was nigh up.

This hasn't been my first warning.

That Abilene ghost has been before me a thousand times, and he has hissed that same word, '_sister,_' in my ear." "Bah! old boy.

What's the use of your talking foolish.