"S-senorita, I sh-shall never f-f-forget this day." "_Quien sabe_ ?--poof! no more vill I; but now, _adios_, senor." She touched her pony's side sharply with the whip, and, standing motionless, Stutter watched them disappear over the abrupt ledge.

Once she glanced shyly back, with a little seductive wave of the gauntleted hand, and then suddenly dropped completely out of view down the steep descent of the trail.

Old Mike struck another match, and held the tiny flame to his pipe-bowl.
"An' it's hell ye played the day," he remarked reflectively, his eyes glowing gloomily.
The younger man wheeled suddenly about and faced him.
"Wh-what do ye m-m-mean ?" "Jist the same whut I said, Stutter.

Ye 're a broight one, ye are.
That's the Mexican dancer down at the Gayety at San Juan, no less; and it's dollars to doughnuts, me bye, that that dom Farnham sint her out here to take a peek at us.

It wud be loike the slippery cuss, an' I hear the two of thim are moighty chummy." And Stutter Brown, his huge fists clinched in anger, looked off into the dark valley below, and, forgetting his affliction of speech, swore like a man..