“What are you goin’ to do for it?” asked Tommy.

“When the agint comes up, and I begins to realize on this yer mine,” said Johnson, contemplatively, “I goes to New York.  I sez to the barkeep’ o’ the hotel, ‘Show me the biggest doctor here.’  He shows me.  I sez to him, ‘Salviated by merkery,—­a year’s standin’,—­how much?’ He sez, ‘Five thousand dollars, and take two o’ these pills at bedtime, and an ekil number o’ powders at meals, and come back in a week.’  And I goes back in a week, cured, and signs a certifikit to that effect.”

Encouraged by a look of interest in Tommy’s eye, he went on.

“So I gets cured.  I goes to the barkeep’, and I sez, ’Show me the biggest, fashionblest house thet’s for sale yer.’  And he sez, ’The biggest, nat’rally b’longs to John Jacob Astor.’  And I sez, ‘Show him,’ and he shows him.  And I sez, ‘Wot might you ask for this yer house?’ And he looks at me scornful, and sez, ’Go ‘way, old man; you must be sick.’  And I fetches him one over the left eye, and he apologizes, and I gives him his own price for the house.  I stocks that house with mohogany furniture and pervisions, and thar we lives, you and me, Tommy, you and me!”

The sun no longer shone upon the hillside.  The shadows of the pines were beginning to creep over Johnson’s claim, and the air within the cavern was growing chill.  In the gathering darkness his eyes shone brightly as he went on:  “Then thar comes a day when we gives a big spread.  We invites govners, members o’ Congress, gentlemen o’ fashion, and the like.  And among ’em I invites a Man as holds his head very high, a Man I once knew; but he doesn’t know I knows him, and he doesn’t remember me.  And he comes and he sits opposite me, and I watches him.  And he’s very airy, this Man, and very chipper, and he wipes his mouth with a white hankercher, and he smiles, and he ketches my eye.  And he sez, ’A glass o’ wine with you, Mr. Johnson’; and he fills his glass and I fills mine, and we rises.  And I heaves that wine, glass and all, right into his damned grinnin’ face.  And he jumps for me,—­for he is very game, this Man, very game,—­but some on ’em grabs him, and he sez, ‘Who be you?’ And I sez, ’Skaggs! damn you, Skaggs!  Look at me!  Gimme back my wife and child, gimme back the money you stole, gimme back the good name you took away, gimme back the health you ruined, gimme back the last twelve years!  Give ’em to me, damn you, quick, before I cuts your heart out!’ And naterally, Tommy, he can’t do it.  And so I cuts his heart out, my boy; I cuts his heart out.”

The purely animal fury of his eye suddenly changed again to cunning.  “You think they hangs me for it, Tommy, but they don’t.  Not much, Tommy.  I goes to the biggest lawyer there, and I says to him, ’Salviated by merkery,—­you hear me,—­salviated by merkery.’  And he winks at me, and he goes to the judge, and he sez, ’This yer unfortnet man isn’t responsible,—­he’s been salviated by merkery.’  And he brings witnesses; you comes, Tommy, and you sez ez how you’ve seen me took bad afore; and the doctor, he comes, and he sez as how he’s seen me frightful; and the jury, without leavin’ their seats, brings in a verdict o’ justifiable insanity,—­salviated by merkery.”