Again Swanson expressed his unbounded delight, and the audience
signified their entire approbation by shouting:

"Go it, old hoss; keep it up!"

When the doctor first entered, Cummings, who was extended on a large
bear skin, fastened a searching look on him, taking in every feature and
article of wearing apparel, and Moriarity, who was stretched near him,
regarded the new-comer with suspicious eyes, but when they witnessed the
cordial greeting which Swanson gave, they dismissed their suspicions and
entering into the spirit of the evening, applauded as loudly and noisily
as the rest.

Scip, who had been attending to the horses outside, now stuck his head
through the door and shouted:

"Tole you what it was, Massa Doctor, dis yer chile can't tote dat bundle
in alone, nohow."

"All right, Scip, I'll help you," and disregarding, with a wave of his
hands, the proffers of assistance which were tendered him, the doctor
stepped onto the porch and found Scip struggling with a large pack,
strapped to the back of a broncho, tugging and jerking, and swearing
under his breath at "the old fool rope."

Coming close to him the doctor said aloud:

"Be careful you black imp of Satan; what are you so rough about?" and
then followed in a whisper, "the men are both there, Chip."