quick. "Yes, grin; grin like a
blazin' six-foot ape. Mebbe y'll change that grin later, when I tell
you what he's done."

"Nothing he could do would surprise me after having met him."

"No." Arizona had calmed again. His volcanic nature was a study.
Tresler, although he had only just met this man, liked him for his
very wildness. "Say, pardner," he went on quietly, reaching one long,
lean hand toward him, "shake! I guess I owe you gratitood fer bluffin'
that hog. We see it all. Say, you've got grit." And the fierce eyes
looked into the other's face.

Tresler shook the proffered hand heartily. "But what's his latest
achievement?" he asked, eager to learn the fresh development.

"He come along here 'bout you. Sed we wus to fix you up in pore Dave
Steele's bunk."

"Yes? That's good. I rather expected he'd have me sleep on the floor."

Arizona gave a snort. His anger was rising again, but he checked it.

"Say," he went on, "guess you don't know a heap. Ther' ain't bin a
feller slep in that bunk since Dave--went away."

"Why?" Tresler's interest was agog.

"Why?" Arizona's voice rose. "'Cos it's mussed all up wi' a crazy
man's blood. A crazy man as wus killed right here, kind of, by Jake
Harnach."

"I heard something of it."

"Heerd suthin' of it? Wal, I guess ther' ain't a feller around this
prairie as ain't yelled hisself hoarse 'bout Dave. Say, he wus the
harmlessest lad as ever jerked a rope or slung a leg over a stock
saddle. An' as slick a hand as ther' ever wus around this ranch. I
tell ye he could teach every one of us, he wus that handy; an' that's
a long trail, I 'lows. Wal, we wus runnin' in a bunch of outlaws fer
brandin', an' he wus makin' to rope an old bull. Howsum he got him
kind o' awkward. The rope took the feller's horns. 'Fore Dave could
loose it that bull got mad, an' went squar' for the corral walls an'
broke a couple o' the bars. Dave jumped fer it an' got clear. Then
Jake comes hollerin' an' swearin' like a stuck hog, an' Dave he took
it bad. Y' see no one could handle an outlaw like Dave. He up an' let
fly at Jake, an' cussed back. Wot does Jake do but grab up a brandin'
iron an' lay it over the boy's head. Dave jest dropped plumb in his
tracks. Then we got around and hunched him up, an' laid him out in his
bunk, bleedin' awful. We plastered him, an' doctored him, an' after a
whiles he come to. He lay on his back fer a month, an' never a sign o'
Jake or the blind man come along, only Mi