Baldy Woods reached for the bottle, and got it. Whenever Baldy went for anything he usually--but this is t Baldy's story. He poured out a third drink that was larger by a finger than the first and second. Baldy was in consultation; and the consultee is worthy of his hire. I'd be king if I was you, said Baldy, so positively that his holster creaked and his spurs rattled. Webb Yeager pushed back his flat-brimmed Stetson, and made further disorder in his straw-coloured hair. The tonsorial recourse being without avail, he followed the liquid example of the more resourceful Baldy. If a man marries a queen, it oughtn't to make him a two-spot, declared Webb, epitomising his grievances.