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He plurimy counter in the dusty far corner of the little store and stared sourly at Pete Ha hatboxes for the inspection of an Indian in a red blanket and frowsy braids

"How ered indecisively the broad briainst the shelves behind hi

"Huh! All saood hoss" The braided one dropped the hat, hitched his blanket over his shoulder in stoical disregard of the heat, and turned away

Pete replaced the cover, seemed about to place the box upon the shelf behind him, and then evidently decided that it was not worth the effort He sighed again

"It is aluidly "Want another drink, Good Injun?"

"I do not Hot toddy never did appeal to ive orders, Pete, you'd have cold beer for a day like this You'd give Saunders so to do beside lie in the shade and tell what kind of a s went to the bad Put him to work Make him pack this stuff down cellar where it isn't two hundred in the shade Why don't you?"

"We was going to get ice t'day, but they didn't throw it off when the train went through"

"That's coreat Sahara Ice! Pete, do you knohat I'd like to do to a man that mentions ice after a drink like that?"

Pete neither knew nor wanted to know, and he told Grant so "If you're going down to the ranch," he added, by way of changing the subject, "there's so--for a drink out of that spring, if nothing else You've lost a good custoed--and here I've got to go on a still hunt for water with a chill to it--or maybe buttermilk Pete, do you knohat I think of you and your joint?"

"I told you I don't wanta know Some folks ain't never satisfied A fellow that's rode thirty or forty et anything that looks like beer"

"Is that so?" Grant walked purposefully down to the front of the store, where Pete was fueonholes which was the post-office "Let me inform you, then, that--"