round the edge with impressions of a large moist male thumb.

"Catchee plenty," the Chinaman grinned, pointing to the plain outside
where the pale sage-brush quivered stiffly in the wind. "Bymbye plenty
come. Pretty col' now."

"You'll be getting a large hump on yourself, Han, me boy. 'T is a cash
crowd we have here--and a lady, by me sowl!" Thus Jimmy exhorted his
household. Times were looking up. They would be a summer resort before the
Ditch went through; it should be mentioned in the Ditch company's
prospectus. Jimmy had put his savings into land-office fees and had a
hopeful interest in the Ditch.

A spur in the head is worth two in the heel. Without a word from "the
boss" Han had found time to shave and powder and polish his brown forehead
and put on his whitest raiment over his baggiest trousers. There was loud
panic among the fowls in the corral. The cat had disappeared; the jealous
dogs hung about the doors and were pushed out of the way by friends of
other days.

Seated by the office fire, Paul was conferring with Jimmy, who was happy
with a fresh pipe and a long story to tell to a patient and paying
listener. He rubbed the red curls back from his shining forehead, took the
pipe from his teeth, and guided a puff of smoke away from his auditor.

"I seen him settin' over there on his blankets,"--he pointed with his pipe
to the opposite shore plainly visible through the office windows,--"but he
niver hailed me, so I knowed he was broke. Some, whin they're broke, they
holler all the louder. Ye would think they had an appointment wit' the
Governor and he sint his car'iage to meet them. But he was as humble, he