At any rate, McLuckie got a job with the railway at driving wells, and made a great success of it.

A year later, or perhaps it was in the autumn of the same year, I again met him at Guaymas, where he was superintending some repairs on his machinery at the railway shops.

He was much changed for the better, seemed happy, and to add to his contentment, had taken unto himself a Mexican wife.

And now that his sky was cleared, I was anxious to tell him the truth about my offer that he might not think unjustly of those who had been compelled to fight him.

So before I left him, I said, "McLuckie, I want you to know now that the money I offered you was not mine.