In the washstand, y'u said?"
"I hate to have y'u take such a risk," Mac tried again. "There
ain't a bit of use in y'u exposing yourself so careless. Y'u take
a hot footbath and some of that medicine, Denver, then go right
straight to bed, and in the mo'ning y'u'll be good as new.
Honest, y'u won't know yourself."
"Y'u got the best heart, Mac." Nora giggled.
"Since I'm foreman I got to be a mother to y'u boys, ain't I?"
"Y'u're liable to be a grandmother to us if y'u keep on," came
back the young giant.
"Y'u plumb discourage me, Denver," sighed the foreman.
"No, sir! The way I look at it, a fellow's got to take some risk.
Now, y'u cayn't tell some things. I figure I ain't half so likely
to catch pneumony as y'u would be to get heart trouble if y'u
went walking with Miss Nora," returned Denver.
A perfect gravity sat on both their faces during the progress of
most of their repartee.
"If your throat's so bad, Mr. Halliday, I'll put a kerosene rag
round it for you when we get back," Nora said, with a sweet
little glance of sympathy that the foreman did not enjoy.
Denver, otherwise "Mr. Halliday," beamed. "Y'u're real kind,
ma'am. I'll bet that will help it on the outside much as Mac's
medicine will inside.
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