bout L. W., he was a poker player of renown and
accustomed to thinking quick. He took one look at that roll of bills
and waved the money away.

"Nope! Keep it!" he said. "I don't want your money--just let me in on
this deal."

"Huh!" grunted Rimrock, "for four thousand dollars? You must think
I've been played for a sucker. No, four hundred thousand dollars
wouldn't give you a look-in on the pot that I've opened this trip."

"W'y, you lucky fool!" exclaimed L. W. incredulously, his eyes still
glued to the roll. "What's the proposition, Rimmy? Say, you know me,
Rim!"

"Yeh! Sure I do!" answered Rimrock dryly, and L. W. turned from bronze
to a dull red. "I know the whole bunch of you, from the dog robber up,
and this time I play my own hand. I was a sucker once, but the only
friends I've got now are the ones that stayed with me when I was down."

"But _I_ helped you, Rim!" cried L. W. appealingly. "Didn't I lend you
money, time and again?"

"Yes, and here it is," replied Rimrock indifferently as he held out the
four yellow bills. "You loaned me money, but you treated me like
dirt--now take it or I'll ram it down your throat."

L. W. took the money and stood gnawing his cigar as the train slowed
down for Gunsight.

"Say, come over to the bank--I want to speak to you," he said as they
dropped off the train.

"Nope, can't stop," answered Rimrock curtly, "got to go and see my
friends."

He strode off down the street and L. W. followed after him, beckoning
feverishly to every one he met.

"Say, Rimrock's struck it rich!" he announced behind his hand and the
procession fell in behind.

Straight down the street Rimrock went to the Alamo where old Hassayamp
stood shading his eyes, and while the crowd gathered around them he
took Hassayamp's hand and shook it again and again.

"Here's the best man in town," he began with great feeling. "An
old-time Arizona sport. There never was a time, when I was down and
out, that my word wasn't good for the drinks."

And Hassayamp Hicks, divining some great piece of good fortune, invited
him in for one more.

"Here's to Rimrock Jones," he said to the crowd, "the livest boy in
this town."

They drank and then Rimrock drew out his roll and peeled off an
impressive yellow bill.

"Just take out what I owe you," he said to old Hassayamp, "and let the
boys drink up the rest."

With that he was gone and the crowd, scarce believing, stayed behind
and drank to his