It was quite a way to the nearest guard-room; they don't get medals for corraling a man who's only stolen a ride, and he had to watch out for some cattle rustlers; so wherever he went I had to go along with him.

We got quite friendly, and one night he said to me, 'There's a freight that stops here nearly due.

I'll go to sleep while you get out on her.'" The teamster paused and added with a laugh: "That's what I did, and I'd be mighty glad to set the drinks up if I ever meet that man off duty.

We'd both have a full-size jag on before we quit." "And you're one of the fellows who're running Hardie's temperance campaign!" Flett said dryly..