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"They didn’t get nothin’," he said.

"You sure?" D’Orr asked. D’Orr still had the handkerchief to his face.

Ben looked out over the crowd. Some of the dudes had gotten out of bed to see what was happening.
Ben located Albert Panzer. But there was no sign of McCain.

"I guess I chased them hombres away," Ben said, "before they had time to glom onto my bank roll."

D’Orr snapped, "One of you men call the sheriff and tell him about this."

Ben eyed D’Orr curiously. "What’s the matter with your schnozzle?" he asked.

"I jumped out of bed and bumped into a blasted door," said D’Orr shortly. He walked away.



Chapter II. WATER AND FOOD
THE next morning, Ben Duck found Albert Panzer seated on the top rail of the branding corral. Ben
climbed up beside Panzer and borrowed cigarette makings.

"Feelin’ the altitude any this mornin’?" Ben asked.

"No," Panzer said. He was silent for a while. "That was kind of queer, wasn’t it? The way we fainted, I
mean."

"Uh-huh," Ben agreed. "Lot of queer things in this world, though."

Ben cupped his chin in his palm and smoked thoughtfully. He watched a dude walk into the nearby horse
corral and catch and saddle a pony. The dude, a man, treated the horse roughly, and as soon as he was
in the saddle, the horse threw him, which gave Ben some satisfaction.

"They’re right intriguin’, though," he said.

"What?" asked Panzer.

"The queer things in this world," Ben explained. He blew several smoke rings, only one of which was of
satisfactory perfection. "By the way," he ventured, "did you say anything last night before you went to
bed about what happened to us?"

Panzer nodded. "Why, yes, I did."

"Who to?"

"Well, let’s see." Panzer considered. "Hard to say. It was in the bar. There was a bunch of them around."

"Was D’Orr there?"

"Yes, I think he was."