Of course I see now--I have your picture at the office--the drinks are on me." He turned with a smile to the crowd: "Come, boys--irrigate and get done with it.

It's a horse on me, sure." Taking the mildest liquor at the bar, Mose drank to further friendly relations, while the marshal continued to apologize.

"You see, we've been overrun with 'rollers' and 'skin-game' men, and lately three expresses have been held up by Lightfoot's gang, and so I've been facing up every suspicious immigrant.

I've had to do it--in your case I was too brash--I'll admit that--but come, let's get away from the mob.

Come over to my office, I want to talk with you." Mose was glad to escape the curious eyes of the throng.