Baldy Woods reached for the bottle, and got it. Whenever Baldy went for anything heusually--but this is not Baldy's story. He poured out a third drink that was larger by a fingerthan 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 spursrattled.Webb Yeager pushed back his flat-brimmed Stetson, and made further disorder in hisstraw-coloured hair. The tonsorial recourse being without avail, he followed the liquidexample of the more resourceful Baldy."If a man marries a queen, it oughtn't to make him a two-spot," declared Webb, epitomisinghis grievances."Sure not," said Baldy, sympathetic, still thirsty, and genuinely solicitous concerning therelative value of the cards. "By rights you're a king. If I was you, I'd call for a new deal. Thecards have been stacked on you--I'll tell you what you are, Webb Yeager.""What?" asked Webb, with a hopeful look in his pale-blue eyes."You're a prince-consort.""Go easy," said Webb. "I never blackguarded you none."
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