azing, the way the days slip by when a fellow's
busy all the time. Except for two trips out the other way, to Hardup,
I haven't been three miles from my claim all spring."

"Hardup! That's where the bank was robbed, a few weeks ago, isn't it?
The stage-driver told me about it."

"I don't know; I hadn't heard anything about it. I haven't been there
for a month and more," said Ward easily. "Nearer two months, come to
think of it. I was there after a mower and rake and some wire."

"Oh!" Billy Louise glanced at him sidelong and added several more
wolves to the number she had mentally put down to Ward's credit.

Ward twisted in the saddle so that he faced her, and his eyes were
dancing with mischief. "Honest, William, I'm not wading into debt.
Every cent I've put into that place this summer I made hunting wolves.
That's a fact, Wilhemina."

"I wish you'd tell me how, so I can do it, too," Billy Louise sighed,
convinced by his tone and flat statement, yet feeling certain there was
some "catch" to it, after all. It was exactly like a riddle that
sounds perfectly plain and simple to the ears, and to the reason
utterly impossible.

"Well, I will--when you're through playing pals," he assured her
cruelly. Ward did not know women very well, but he believed curiosity
to be one of the strongest traits in the sex. "That's a bargain,
William Louisa, and I'll shake hands on it if you like. When you've
had enough of this just-friend business, I'll show you how I dig
dollars outa wolf-dens." He grinned at the puzzled face of her. It
was a riddle, and he had practically put the answer before her, and
still she could not see it. There was a little streak of devilment in
Ward, and happiness was uncovering the streak.

"I never said I was crazy to know," Billy Louise squelched him
promptly. "Not that crazy, anyway. I'll live quite as long without
knowing, I reckon."

She almost won her point--because Ward did not know women very well.
He hesitated, gave her a quick, questioning glance, and actually opened
his lips to tell her all about it. He got as far as, "Oh, well, I
suppose I'll have to--" when Billy Louise saw a rattlesnake in the
trail ahead and spurred up to kill it with her rope. She really was
crazy to know the answer to the riddle, but a rattlesnake will
interrupt anything from a proposal of marriage to a murder.

Ward's fingers had gone into the pocket in his shirt where the nugget
he had found that m