"How about that bear den, Reddy?" asked Jerry, as they lounged about the
camp in the early afternoon.
"Any time you say the word. I was only waitin' till Frank felt himself
again," was the other's reply.
"Oh, don't let my condition keep you from that little entertainment.
Besides, I feel much better now. Perhaps a little excitement might put
me in just the right kind of trim," declared that individual promptly.
"Hear! hear!" exclaimed Bluff, making a pretense of clapping his hands.
"Talk to me about your dyed-in-the-wool sportsman! Frank, here, could
give any fellow points," declared Jerry.
"I understand the principle he works on. It's the same as what they call
homoepathy, that 'like cures like.' I've seen a man, when struck by a
rattler, chase the reptile, kill him, and apply his crushed body to the
wound, in the belief that one poison would counteract the other," said
the stockman.
"Did it succeed?" asked Jerry, eager for information along these lines.
"Well," said Mr. Mabie, "the poor chap died, I'm sorry to say. In
another case, the fellow insisted on filling himself up with whiskey.
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