door, ready to lead the way. (Father Pat would stay
behind with Grandpa.) The cowboy turned half about. "If Barber was t'
find out," he answered, "and so much as laid a little finger on that
suit, he'd have t' settle matters with _me_. Come!"

Like one in an enchanted dream, Johnnie followed on in his stiff, new
shoes. It was noon, and as they emerged from the dark hallway which led
into the main street to the north, the sidewalks were aswarm. Indeed,
the doorstep which gave from the hall to the pave was itself planted
thick with citizens of assorted sizes. To get out, One-Eye lifted his
spurred boots high over the heads of two small people. But Johnnie,
doffing the scout hat with practiced art, "'Scuse me, please," he
begged, in perfect imitation of Mr. Perkins; and in very awe fully six
of the seated, having given a backward glance, and spied that uniform,
rose precipitately to let him by.

"Johnnie Barber!" gasped some one. "What d' y' know!" demanded another.
From a third came a long, low whistle of amazement.

Johnnie's ears stung pleasantly. "Hear 'em?" he asked One-Eye. "Course
they mean me!"

"Ad-mi-ra-tion," pronounced the cowboy, who always took his big words
thus, a syllable at a time. "Sonny, y've knocked 'em all pie-eyed!"

The barber shop was not nearly so regal as that restaurant of fond and
glorious memory. Yet in its way it was splendid; and it was most
interesting, what with its lean-back chairs, man-high mirrors, huge
stacks of towels, lines of glittering bottles, and rows of shaving mugs
(this being a neighborhood shop). And how deliciously it smelled!

It was a little, dark gentleman in a gleaming white coat who waved
Johnnie into one of the chairs--from which, his eyes wide and eager, the
latter viewed himself as never before, from his bare head to his knees,
and scarcely knew himself!

One-Eye came to stand over the chair. "Now, don't y' give the boy one of
them dis-gustin', round, mush-bowl hair cuts!" he warned, addressing the
small, dark man. "Nope. He wants the reg'lar old-fashioned kind, with a
feather edge right down t' the neck."

When one travels about under the wing of a millionaire, all things
happen right. This was Johnnie's pleased conclusion as, with a snip,
snip, snip, the bright scissors did their quick work over his yellow
head. He had a large white cloth pinned about his shoulders (no doubt
the barber had noted the uniform, and was giving it fitting protection),
and upon