gilled wop wit' the meat-carver fresco-work all over his map!"
The unbandaged side of Dorgan's face wrinkled up with a semblance of mirth. Then it grew solemn again.
"You're all right!" he gravely and appreciatively announced. "And if you hadn't split that butler's shin-bone we'd have had Kendall down here on top of us long before this! Yes, sir; you're all right!"
"No, I ain't all right!" promptly contended Sadie, still talking against time. "I swung in to help yuh outta a hole, but I ain't seen nothin' in all this to be writin' home about!"
"Well, what were you expecting out of it?"
"I expeck t'know where I'm at!"
"Where you're at? You're back home, aren't you? And you didn't have to have a hotel doctor solder you up before you got here, did you? Well, I did!"
"And after bein' pounded 'round by a couple o' crooks yuh made for the tall timber without a sign of a come-back!"
Sadie's lips curled with scorn.
"Say! D'you suppose I'm going to let that man Kendall hang the Indian sign on me and expect to
