Presently the waiter brought in the drinks and when he retired Rankin got up very cautiously, tried the door to see if it was tightly shut. Coming back to the table and seating himself he lifted his glass, but before drinking said: "Say, pard, I don't want to be too presumin', but what's your handle?"
Roderick felt that the proper moment had arrived, and went straight to his story.
"My name is Roderick Warfield. I am the son of John Warfield with whom I believe you had some acquaintance a number of years ago. My father is dead, as you doubtless may have heard--died some fourteen years since. He left a letter for me which only recently came into my possession, and in the letter he spoke of three men--Jim Rankin, Tom Sun and Boney Earnest."
As Roderick was speaking, the frontiersman reverently returned his cocktail to the table.
"Geewhillikins!" he exclaimed, "you the son uv John Warfield! Well, I'll be jiggered. This just nachurly gits on my wind. Shake, young man." And Jim Rankin gave Roderick's hand the clinch of a vise; "I'm a mighty sight more than delighted to see you, and you can count on my advice and help, every day in the week and Sundays thrown in. As you're a stranger in these parts, I'm assoomin' you'll need it a plenty, you bet. Gee, but I'm as glad to see you as I'd be to see a brother. Let's drink to the memory uv your good father."
He again lifted his cocktail and Roderick joined him by picking up a side glass of water.
"What?" asked Rankin, "not drinkin' yer cocktail? What's squirmin' in yer vitals?"
"I drink nothing stronger than water," replied Roderick, looking his father's old friend squarely in the eyes. Thus early in their association he was glad to settle this issue once and for all time.
"Shake again," said Rankin, after tossing off his drink at a single swallow and setting down his empty glass, "you sure 'nuff are the son uv John Warfield. Wuz with him off and on fur many a year and he never drank spirits under no circumstances. You bet I wuz just nachurly so dangnation flabbergasted at meetin' yer I got plumb locoed and sure did fergit. Boney and Tom and me often speak uv him to this day, and they'll be dangnation glad to see you."
"So you're all three still in the ring?" queried Roderick with a smile.