callings.

"What's her name?"

"Chester, I think. Why? Look good to you, Kid?"

Although the other neither spoke nor made sign, the bartender
construed his silence as acquiescence and continued, with a
conscious glance at his own reflection while he adjusted his
diamond scarf-pin: "Well, she can have ME! I've got it fixed to
meet her."

"BAH! I guess not," said the Kid, suddenly, with an inflection
that startled the other from his preening. Then, as he went out,
the man mused:

"Gee! Bronco's got the worst eye in the camp! Makes me creep when
he throws it on me with that muddy look. He acted like he was
jealous."

At noon the next day, as he prepared to go to the claim, Dextry's
partner burst in upon him. Glenister was dishevelled, and his eyes
shone with intense excitement.

"What d'you think they've done now?" he cried, as greeting.

"I dunno. What is it?"

"They've broken open the safe and taken our money."