Mr.Bloxford was conducted, with theatrical pomp, to the head of the trestle-board which served as a table, and Derrick, after some protest, was installed at the bottom.

The simple, almost child-like, folk enjoyed themselves amazingly.

Bloxford's and Derrick's health was drunk, and it was with unfeigned reluctance that Derrick at last broke up the party and ordered them off to the rest they had so well earned.
On the second night there was another packed audience; but there was a larger proportion of the rougher element, and Mr.Bloxford remarked on the fact somewhat anxiously to Derrick.
"There's always a lot of cowboys in the city," he said, "and there's a good many of them here to-night.

They come in from the plains for a lark, and they generally see that they get it." "Oh, they'll be all right," said Derrick.

"They're bound to be pleased." "Well, keep an eye on things," remarked Mr.Bloxford, who was evidently still rather uneasy.