ng to 'Out-West' me a bit, isn't
he?"

Scott laughed heartily. "Cheyenne is getting tired of rambling up and
down the country alone. He wants a pardner. Seems he likes your company,
from what he says. But you can't take him serious. He'll be singin' that
everlastin' trail song of his next."

"He hasn't sung much, recently."

Cheyenne bridled and snorted like a colt. "Huh! Just try this on your
piano." And seemingly improvising, he waved his arm toward the burro
corral.

One time I had a right good pal,
Git along, cayuse, git along;
But he quit me cold for a little ranch gal,
Git along, cayuse, git along.

And now he's took to pitchin' hay
On a rancho down San Andreas way;
He's done tied up and he's got to stay;
Git along, cayuse, git along.

"I was just learnin' him the ropes, and he quit me cold," complained
Cheyenne, appealing to Scott.

"He aims to keep out of trouble," suggested Scott.

"I ain't got no friends," said Cheyenne, grinning.

"Thanks for that," said Scott.

Cheyenne reached in his pocket and drew out the dice. His eyes
brightened. He rattled the dice and shot them across the hardpacked
ground near the doorstep. Then he struck a match to see what he had
thrown. "I'm hittin' the road five minutes after six, to-morrow
mornin'," he declared, as he picked up the dice.

CHAPTER XIX

DORRY COMES TO TOWN

At six, next morning, Bartley and Scott were on their way to San
Andreas, Bartley riding Dobe and Scott hazing two pack-burros. They took
a hill trail, which, Scott explained, was shorter by miles than the
valley road which Cheyenne and Bartley had taken to the gulch. Cheyenne
was forced to stay at the miner's cabin until Scott returned with the
pack-saddle and outfit left in the livery. Scott was after supplies and
tobacco.

At first Cheyenne had thought of going along with them. But he
reconsidered. He did not care to risk being arrested in San Andreas for
having disturbed the peace. If the authorities should happen to detain
him, there would be one broken head, one broken lamp, and possibly five
or six witnesses as evidence that he had been the aggressor in the
saloon. Sneed and his men would swear to anything, and the owner of the
saloon would add his bit of evidence. Bartley himself was liable to
arrest for assault and battery should Hull lodge a complaint against
him. Incidentally, Hull had been found by the stableman, curiously rop