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 the bar-keep, and sent for Keno himself. And likewise, I own, I sent for Ginger Gillett too. The rest you know. Young Gedge pulled on Ginger and shot his own father. Let's hope Keno will get well, for if he doesn't it will lie heavy on his son. Although the whole affair has not eventuated in the way I reckoned, I don't blame myself. The reesponsibility lies on young Gedge and Ginger. I think I was tellin' you a day or two back how Ginger came here, and in what dramatic sort he lit among us, like a hawk on a June bug."

"You were," I said. And I went on to say that there were two rocking-chairs vacant on the verandah, and that I trusted he would drink a John Collins with me and go on with the tale there and then. "Well, I don't mind if I do," said Pillsbury.

He took a drink and resumed the history.

"As I let on, he was fair bust up that first appearance of his, and it took him some time to knit up his arm and get strong again. And all that time he stayed in ole Green's house, and Green loved him, fairly loved him in spite of the glass in him which worked out