He's not a bad horse for a Mexican plug, only when he thinks there is any devilment around he wants to wade in and take a hand.

However, I reckoned to see the last of you and your pile into Boomville.

And I DID.
When I meet three fellows like you that are clean white all through I sort of cotton to 'em, even if I'M a little of a brunette myself.

And I've got something to give you." He took from a fold of his scarlet sash a small parcel neatly folded in white paper as fresh and spotless as himself.

Holding it in his fingers, he went on: "I happened to be at Heavy Tree Hill early this morning before sun-up.