Chapter 16 THE BAR S

"Kind friends, you must pity my horrible tale.

I'm an object of sorrow, I'm looking quite stale.

I gone up my trade selling Pink's Patent Pills

To go hunting gold in the dreary Black Hills."

"I wish to Gawd you'd stayed there," said Jimmie, the Bar S cook, pausing in his march past to poke his head in at the bunkhouse doorway. "Honest,