Say! that was like tellin' you' fortune. The next day but one, right in front of the "Station," trouble popped. This is how: The parson 'd had all his truck sent over from Williams. In the pile they was one of them big, spotted dawgs--keerige dawgs, I think they call 'em. This par_tic_ular dawg was so spotted you could 'a' come blamed nigh playin' checkers on him. Wal, Dutchy had a dawg, too. It wasn't much of anythin' fer fambly, I reckon,--just plain purp--but it shore had a fine set of nippers, and could jerk off the stearin' gear of a cow quicker 'n greazed lightnin'. Wal, the parson come down to the post-office, drivin' a two-wheel thing-um-a-jig, all yalla and black. 'Twixt the wheels was trottin' his spotted dawg. A-course, the parson 'd no more'n stopped, when out comes that ornery purp of Dutchy's. And such a set-to you never seen! But it was all on one side, like a jug handle, and the keerige dawg got the heavy end. He yelped bloody murder and tried to skedaddle. The other just hung on, and bit sev'ral of them stylish spots clean offen him. "Sir," says the parson to Dutchy, when he seen the damage, "call off you' beast." Dutchy, he just grinned. "Ock," he says, "it mocks nix oudt if dey do sometinks. Here de street iss not brivate broperty." At that, the parson clumb down and drug his dawg loose. Then he looked up at the thirst-parlour. "What a name fer a _saloon,_" he says, "in a civilised country!" A-course, us fellers enjoyed the fun, all right. And we fixed it up t'gether to kinda sic the Dutchman on. We seen that "Life Savin' Station" stuck in the parson's craw, and we made out to Dutch that like as not he 'd have to change his sign. Dutch done a jig he was so mad. "Fer _dat?_" he ast, meanin' the parson. "Nein! He iss not cross mit my sign. He vut like it, maype, if I gif him some viskey on tick. I bet you he trinks, I bet. Maype he trinks ret ink gocktails, like de Injuns; maype he trinks Florita Vater, oder golone. Ya! Ya! Vunce I seen a feller--I hat some snakes here in algohol--unt dat feller he trunk de algohol. _Ya_. Unt de minister iss just so bat as dat." Then, to show how he liked _us_, Dutchy set up the red-eye. And the _next_ time the parson come along in his cart, they was a dawg fight in front of that saloon that was worth two-bits fer admission.