ut for some dirty work, and
he knew me at once and swore he'd give me away if I didn't steer fellows
up against his game after pay-day. I had to do it, but Captain Ray got
onto it all and broke up the scheme and ran Sackett off the reservation,
and then he blew on me and I had to quit again. He shot a man over
cards, for he was a devil when in drink, and had to clear out, and we
met again in Denver. 'Each could give the other away by that time,' said
he, and so we joined partnership."

The rest was soon told. Sackett got a job on young Foster's ranch and
fell into some further trouble. But when the war came all of them were
enlisted, Foster and Sackett in the regulars and he in the First
Colorado, but they discharged him at Manila because he had fits, and
that gave him a good deal of money for a few days, travel pay home, and
all that. Then who should turn up but Sackett with "money to burn" and a
scheme to make more. They hired a room in Ermita, and next thing he knew
Sackett and some sailor men held up and robbed a soldier, and Sackett
was in a tearing rage because no money-belt was found on him. They only
got some letters, that little photograph, and perhaps forty dollars
"Mex." The photograph he recognized at once,--his former captain's
daughter,--and he begged for it and kept it about him until one evening
he was taken with another fit, and when he came to the picture was gone.

That night he found Sackett nearly crazy drunk at their lodgings in
Ermita. They had a Filipino boy to wait on them then, and Sackett had
told the boy where he could find money and jewelry while the family were
at dinner around at Colonel Brent's. The boy was willing enough; he was
an expert. But he came back scared through; said that the soldiers were
close after him. He had some jewelry and a pretty revolver. Sackett told
him to keep the jewelry, but took the watch and pistol, and that night
the sentries and patrols were searching everywhere, and Sackett and the
sailors said they must get away somehow. They drank some more, and
finally thought they had a good chance just after the patrol left, and
the sentry was talking to an officer on the Calle Real.

They sneaked downstairs and out into the Faura, and there Sackett ran
right into the soldier's arms. There was a short, terrible battle, the
soldier against Sackett and his sailor friend. The sailor got the
sentry's gun away, and Sackett and he wrestled as far as the corner,
when there w