"Ain't you heard ?" "No." The little man sighed with pleasure; he had given up hope of finding a new listener for that oft-told tale.

"It happened last night," he confided.

"Along late in the afternoon in rides Johnny Strange.

He tells us he was out to Dan Armstrong's place when, about noon, a little gray-headed man that give the name of Pete Reeve came in and asked for chow.

Of course Johnny Strange pricks up his ears when he hears the name.