" "I'm no Indian giver!" replied Doc with dignity.
We then went to sleep, leaving Long Doc on guard, the cabin being comfortably warmed and well lighted by the fire.
Well, one time after the Deacon got back from his fall trip North to buy goods, he tried to worry the Doc by telling him that all the ministers in Chicago were preaching that there wasn't any super-heated hereafter, but that each man lived through his share of hell right here on earth.
Murtha had known Doc for fifteen years as a harmless old nut who had rarely succeeded in cheating anybody, but who was regarded as generally undesirable by the authorities and sent away every few years in order to keep him out of mischief.
When the Little Red Doctor remonstrated with her ostensibly on the score of her health, she reminded him in one breath that he hadn't been invited to censor her behavior which was entirely her own affair, and in the nextwith his hand caught between hers and her voice low and caressingdeclared that he was the best little old Doc in the world and there was nothing to worry about, either as to health or conduct.