Again, it is a bow calling for a yeoman's strength to pull.

He is a man of sense and for a long time goes no further than the play I have just indicated.

Perhaps he has no temptation to go further until one unfortunate day he comes upon an idle bow, rotting away in the cellar." Here Mr.Gryce looked sharply up--a proof of awakened interest which Sweetwater did not heed.

Possibly he was not expected to.

At all events he continued rapidly: "It was a fine, strong bow, a typical one from the plains.