A faint twinkle of the old days came to them--a boyish smile played upon his lips.
"For yourself--or Jessie ?" She looked around her with a little frightened air.

They were alone.
There was but one way of sealing those mischievous lips, and she found it! "That's what I allus said, gentlemen," lazily remarked Whiskey Dick, a few weeks later, leaning back against the bar, with his glass in his hand.

"'George,' sez I, 'it ain't what you SAY to a fash'nable, high-toned young lady; it's what you DOES ez makes or breaks you.' And that's what I sez gin'rally o' things in the Ford.

It ain't what Carr and you boys allows to do; it's the gin'ral average o' things ez IS done that gives tone to the hull, and hez brought this yer new luck to you all!".