The stranger nodded his head slowly and approvingly as he repeated with infinite deliberateness:  “Danced on champagne bottles, champagne! you said, pard? at a pahty!  Yes!” (musingly and approvingly).  “I reckon that’s about the gait they take.  She’d do it.”

“Is there anything I can do for you? sorry to have kept you waiting,” said Kane, glancing at the clock.

“O me!  Lord! ye needn’t mind me.  Why, I should wait for anythin’ o’ the like o’ that, and be just proud to do it!  And ye see, I sorter helped myself while you war busy.”

“Helped yourself?” said Kane in astonishment.

“Yes, outer that bottle.”  He pointed to the ammonia bottle, which still stood on the counter.  “It seemed to be handy and popular.”

“Man! you might have poisoned yourself.”

The stranger paused a moment at the idea.  “So I mout, I reckon,” he said musingly, “that’s so! pizined myself jest ez you was lookin’ arter that high-toned case, and kinder bothered you!  It’s like me!”

“I mean it required diluting; you ought to have taken it in water,” said Kane.

“I reckon!  It did sorter h’ist me over to the door for a little fresh air at first! seemed rayther scaldy to the lips.  But wot of it that got thar,” he put his hand gravely to his stomach, “did me pow’ful good.”

“What was the matter with you?” asked Kane.

“Well, ye see, pard” (confidentially again), “I reckon it’s suthin’ along o’ my heart.  Times it gets to poundin’ away like a quartz stamp, and then it stops suddent like, and kinder leaves me out too.”

Kane looked at him more attentively.  He was a strong, powerfully built man with a complexion that betrayed nothing more serious than the effects of mining cookery.  It was evidently a common case of indigestion.

“I don’t say it would not have done you some good if properly administered,” he replied.  “If you like I’ll put up a diluted quantity and directions?”

“That’s me, every time, pardner!” said the stranger with an accent of relief.  “And look yer, don’t you stop at that!  Ye just put me up some samples like of anythin’ you think mout be likely to hit.  I’ll go in for a fair show, and then meander in every now and then, betwixt times, to let you know.  Ye don’t mind my drifting in here, do ye?  It’s about ez likely a place ez I struck since I’ve left the Sacramento boat, and my hotel, just round the corner.  Ye just sample me a bit o’ everythin’; don’t mind the expense.  I’ll take your word for it.  The way you—­a young fellow—­jest stuck to your work in thar, cool and kam as a woodpecker—­not minding how high-toned she was—­nor the jewelery and spangles she had on—­jest got me!  I sez to myself, ‘Rube,’ sez I, ‘whatever’s wrong o’ your insides, you jest stick to that feller to set ye right.’”