Instead, he took Frank-Francis for a sight-seeing stroll about the town.
It was past two when, in an unquiet street, Boland's eye fell upon a signboard which drew his eye: THE PALMILLA THE ONLY SECOND-CLASS SALOON IN THE CITY Boland called attention to this surprising proclamation.
"Yes," said Pete; "that's Rhiny Archer's place.

Little old Irishman--sharp as a steel trap.

You'll like him.

Let's go in." They marched in.

The barroom was deserted; Tucson was hardly awakened from siesta as yet.