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“
Th
’
good
docker
!
”
Idaho
shouted
.
“
Whad
’
re
you
,
Doc
?
Splint
‘
n
’
pill
man
?
”
He
turned
blearily
toward
Jessica
.
“
Makin
’
uh
damn
fool
uh
m
’
self
,
huh
?
”
Jessica
frowned
,
remained
silent
,
wondering
:
Why
would
Idaho
get
drunk
?
Was
he
drugged
?
“
Too
much
spice
beer
,
”
Idaho
said
,
attempting
to
straighten
.
Mapes
returned
with
a
steaming
cup
in
her
hands
,
stopped
uncertainly
behind
Yueh
.
She
looked
at
Jessica
,
who
shook
her
head
.
Yueh
put
his
kit
on
the
floor
,
nodded
greeting
to
Jessica
,
said
:
“
Spice
beer
,
eh
?
”
“
Bes
’
damn
stuff
ever
tas
‘
ed
,
”
Idaho
said
.
He
tried
to
pull
himself
to
attention
.
“
My
sword
was
firs
’
blooded
on
Grumman
!
Killed
a
Harkon
.
.
.
Harkon
.
.
.
killed
’
im
f
’
r
th
’
Duke
.
”
Yueh
turned
,
looked
at
the
cup
in
Mapes
’
hand
.
“
What
is
that
?
”
“
Caffeine
,
”
