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Zeb
knew
that
in
twenty-four
hours
after
its
application
,
they
would
be
in
process
of
healing
;
and
in
three
days
,
entirely
cicatrised
.
With
this
confidence
--
common
to
every
denizen
of
the
cactus-covered
land
of
Mexico
--
he
felt
defiant
as
to
doctors
;
and
if
a
score
of
them
could
have
been
procured
upon
the
instant
,
he
would
not
have
summoned
one
.
He
was
convinced
that
Maurice
Gerald
was
in
no
danger
--
at
least
not
from
his
wounds
.
There
was
a
danger
;
but
that
was
of
a
different
kind
.
"
An
'
now
,
Mister
Pheelum
,
"
said
he
,
on
making
a
finish
of
his
surgical
operations
;
"
we
hev
dud
all
thet
kin
be
dud
for
the
outard
man
,
an
it
air
full
time
to
look
arter
the
innard
.
Ye
say
thur
ai
n't
nuthin
to
eet
?
"
"
Not
so
much
as
a
purtaty
,
Misther
Stump
.
An
'
what
's
worse
thare
's
nothin
'
to
dhrink
--
not
a
dhrap
lift
in
the
whole
cyabin
.
"
"
Durn
ye
,
that
's
yur
fault
,
"
cried
Stump
,
turning
upon
the
Irishman
with
a
savage
scowl
that
showed
equal
regret
at
the
announcement
.
"
Eft
had
n't
a
been
for
you
,
thur
war
licker
enough
to
a
lasted
till
the
young
fellur
got
roun
'
agin
.
What
's
to
be
dud
now
?
"
"
Sowl
,
Misther
Stump
!
yez
be
wrongin
'
me
althegither
intirely
.
That
same
yez
are
.
I
had
n't
a
taste
exciptin
what
came
out
av
the
little
flask
.
It
wus
thim
Indyins
that
imptied
the
dimmyjan
.
Trath
was
it
.
"
"
Wagh
!
ye
cud
n't
a
got
drunk
on
what
wur
contained
i
'
the
flask
.
I
know
yur
durned
guts
too
well
for
thet
.
Ye
must
a
had
a
good
pull
at
the
tother
,
too
.
"
"
Be
all
the
saints
--
"
"
Durn
yur
stinkin
'
saints
!
D'you
s
'
pose
any
man
o
'
sense
believes
in
sech
varmint
as
them
?
