"But I ain't got only one cook, an'-- --" "We'll git yu th' cook all O.K.," interrupted Charley Lane vehemently.
"Hi, yu cook!" he shouted, "amble in here an' git a rustle on!" There was no reply, and after waiting for a minute he and Waffles went into the rear room, from which there immediately issued great chunks of profanity and noise.

They returned looking pugnacious and disgusted, with a wildly fighting man who was more full of liquor than was the bottle which he belligerently waved.
"This here animated distillery what yu sees is our cook," said Waffles.
"We eats his grub, nobody else.

If he gits drunk that's our funeral; but he won't get drunk! If yu wants us to punch for yu say so an' we does; if yu don't, we don't." "Well," replied Buck thoughtfully, "mebby I can use yu." Then with a burst of recklessness he added, "Yes, if I lose my job! But yu might sober that Mexican up if yu let him fall in th' horse trough." As the procession wended its way on its mission of wet charity, carrying the cook in any manner at all, Frenchy waved his long lost sombrero at Buck, who stood in the door, and shouted, "Yu old son-of-a-gun, I'm proud to know yu!" Buck smiled and snapped his watch shut "Time to amble," he said..