Munsey’s Magazine/The Benevolence of Montana Bill

The Benevolence of Montana Bill.
HOW A ROCKY MOUNTAIN NAPOLEON RESTORED THE HEALTH OF FOURTEEN INVALIDS FROM THE EAST.
BY ARTHUR J. STRINGER
"SAY, Ike!" cried a vigorous young voice from under the smoke stained fly drop of the grub tent. "Ike!"
Ike crossed his legs. "Wall?" he inquired impassively.
"Reckon you'd better deal me out 'nother hand o' this yere overland trout!" cried the voice from within the tent, half muffled in a mouthful of well fried bacon.
"Appetizin' air, this, for yearlin's," sniffed Ike wearily. Then ho raised his voice so as to be heard within. "Any razorback aspirin' for unwholesome feedin' and extra grub in this camp tonight is agoin' to do his own rustlin', I reckon!" And Timber Line Ike sat back in kingly and defiant ease, turning his gaze to the wine glow that deepened and melted into the cool mountain twilight about the summit of Banded Peak.
A frowzled young head appeared through the flaps of the tent.
"Say, Ike, ain't you kind o' nervous 'bout overworkin' yerself these days?" the indignant head gently inquired.
"Mebbe," said Ike. "But I reckon this yere grub tent ain't no all night restoorant!" And he sat back and once more impassively contemplated t

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