PARAGRAPHJoy suddenly broke off in the middle of an eloquent sentence, exclaiming: "Hello. One day he rode into town on a favorite mule, and, hitching the beast on the sunny side of a street, in front of a saloon, he went inside in his character of teetotaler, to apprise the barkeeper that wine is a mocker. There had been a fire the night before: a stable just around the corner had burned and a number of horses had put on their immortality, among them a young colt, which was roasted to a rich nut-brown. Presently another man entered the saloon. Two Bureau of Prisons guards had been wounded.