platform and tie his legs to the reach. Then stand behind him to work
the lever, and let him rest against your knees. I'll follow with the
horse."

"Remarkable! Very remarkable!" soliloquized the big gambler. Without
further ado he proceeded to carry out Donna's orders.

"Borax," Donna continued, "you run up to the drug store and tell Doc
Taylor what's happened. I'll send Sam Singer back with the velocipede
for him."

She gathered the reins in her left hand and swung aboard Friar Tuck.
Harley P., having disposed of his gory burden on the limited
accommodations of the track velocipede, seized the levers and trundled
away, followed by Donna on Friar Tuck, cautiously picking his way
between the ties.

Borax O'Rourke stood for a moment, gazing after them.

"She acts like a mother cat with a kitten" he muttered. "Damned if she
wasn't kissin' the feller--an' him a stranger in town!"

He walked rapidly back to San Pasqual, and such was his perturbation
that he sought to have "Doc" Taylor unravel the puzzle for him.

"Hysterics" was the doctor's explanation.

"Rats" retorted O'Rourke.

"All right, then. It's rats." The doctor grabbed his emergency grip and