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tanez was snoring like a trombone.
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Why don't you call in the tenderfoot to treat you,
Compadre Demetrio," Anastasio Montanez asked his
chief, who had been complaining daily of chills and fever.
"You ought to see him; no one has laid a hand to him
but himself, and now he's so fit that he doesn't limp
a step."
But Venancio, standing by with his tins of lard and
his dirty string rags ready, protested:
"All right, if anybody lays a hand on Demetrio, I
won't be responsible."
"Nonsense! Rot! What kind of doctor do you think
you are You're no doctor at all. I'll wager you've already
forgotten why you ever joined us," said Quail.
"Well, I remember why you joined us, Quail," Venancio
replied angrily. "Perhaps you'll deny it was because
you had stolen a watch and some diamond rings."
"Ha, ha, ha! That's rich! But you're worse, my lad;
you ran away from your hometown because you poisoned
your sweetheart."
"You're a Goddamned liar!"
"Yes you did! And don't try and deny it! You fed her
Spanish fly and . . ."
Venancio's shout of protest was drowned out in the
loud laughter of the others. Demetrio, looking pale and
sallow, motioned for silence. Then, plaintively:
"That'll do. Bring in the student."
Luis Cervantes entered. He uncovered Demetrio's