HEARTS AND CROSSESBaldy Woods reached for the bottle, and got it. Whenever Baldy
went for anything he usually—but this is not Baldy's story. He
poured out a third drink that was larger by a finger than the first
and second. Baldy was in consultation; and the consultee is worthy
of his hire.
"I'd be king if I was you," said Baldy, so positively that his
holster creaked and his spurs rattled.
Webb Yeager pushed back his flat-brimmed Stetson, and made
further disorder in his straw-coloured hair. The tonsorial recourse
being without avail, he followed the liquid example of the more
resourceful Baldy.
"If a man marries a queen, it oughtn't to make him a two-spot,"
declared Webb, epitomising his grievances.
"Sure not," said Baldy, sympathetic, still thirsty, and
genuinely solicitou
