"That’s a word I never liked," said Tex. "It’s too cussed brutal. Some people derive a great deal of satisfaction in calling a spade a spade, and that is quite proper so far as spades are concerned; but why go further? A man can’t allus help a thing like tuberculosis--especially if he’s makin’ a livin’ for two. Yo’re not very high up here, but I reckon th’ air’s right. It’s th’ winter that’s goin’ to count ag’in’ you. You got to watch that. You might do better across th’ west boundary. Any doctor in town?" "There’s a man who calls himself a doctor. His favorite prescription is whiskey." "Yeah? For his patients?" "For his patients and himself, too." "Huh," grunted the puncher. He cleared his throat. "I once read about yore trouble--in a dictionary," he explained, grinning. "It said milk an’ aigs, among other things; open air, both capitalized, day an’ night; plenty of sleep, no worryin’, an’ no excitement. Have many heavy boxes to rustle?" "No," answered the agent, looking curiously at his companion. "I had plenty of milk and eggs, but the milk is getting scarce and the eggs are falling off. I--" he stopped abruptly, shrugging his shoulders. "D--n it, man! It isn’t so much for myself!" "No," said Tex, slowly arising. "A man usually feels that way about it. I’m goin’ up to th’ hotel. May drop around to see you tomorrow if I’m in town." "I’ll be mighty glad to see you; but there’s no use for you to make enemies," replied the agent, leading the way outside. He stopped and took hold of a trunk, to roll it into the building. "Han’s off," said Tex, smiling and pushing him aside. "You forgot what th’ dictionary said. Of course this wouldn’t kill you, but I’m stiff from ridin’ in yore palatial trains, mile after weary mile." Rolling the trunk through the door and against the wall, he picked up his belongings, gravely saluted and went on his way whistling cheerily. The agent looked after him wistfully, shook his head and retired into his coop. Tex rambled down the street and entered Williams’ hotel, held a brief conversation with the clerk, took up his key, and followed instructions. The second door on the right-hand side, upstairs, let him into a small room which contained a chair, bed, and washstand. There was a rag rug before the bed, and this touch of high life and affluence received from him a grave and dignified bow. "Charmed, I’m sure," he said, and went over to the window to view the roofs of the shacks below it. He sniffed and decided that somewhere near there was a stable. Putting his belongings in a corner, he took out his shaving kit and went to work with it, after which he walked downstairs, bought a drink and treated its dispenser to a cigar, which he knew later would be replaced and the money taken instead. "Hot," said Tex as though he had made a discovery. "An’ close," he added in an effort not to overlook anything.