Then the track will be safe, and the people of this part of Arizona will have a railroad of which they can be proud.
But these boys--these kids in railroad building--humph!" "Humph!" agreed Jim Duff dryly.
The gambler using the mirror before him, continued to study keenly this stranger, even after the latter had ceased talking and had gone to one of the chairs to wait his turn.
"You're through, sir," announced the barber who had been trying to improve the gambler's appearance.

"Thank you, sir.

Next." Clarence, wholly crushed by the weight of opinion, was not yet through with his barber.

Duff, after lighting a fresh cigar, stepped over to where the newcomer was seated.
"Are you stopping at the Mansion House ?" inquired the gambler.
"Yes," answered the stranger, looking up.
"So am I," nodded the gambler.

"So I shall probably have the pleasure of meeting you again." "Why, yes; I trust so," replied the stranger, after a quick, keen look at Duff.