skill."

"I'll do that, and you'll say that, however ugly I look, I'm just the
feller to sarve as a cook."

Uttering these words in a chanting sort of way, Mr. Steel Spring
stretched out his legs with a jerk, which resembled the sudden opening
of a jackknife. He stood upon his feet, and then we had an opportunity
to see how long and lank he really was; and yet beneath all his withered
skin we saw that his muscles were of prodigious size, and that his
strength must he astonishing.

We motioned for him to lead the way, and in a few moments we reached the
cart, beneath which the old stockman was still snoring.

CHAPTER XXV.

STEEL SPRING'S HISTORY

Steel Spring made no idle boast when he said he was famous as a cook. In
a shorter space of time than I conceived possible, he had built a fire,
boiled water, and made an excellent dish of coffee, and then spreading
our provisions under the shade of a tree, he informed us that our
dinners were ready.

By this time Hardum, the stockman, was awake, and repentant, as most men
usually are after a drinking bout. He seemed surprised that we had made
an addition to our company during his snoring hours, but he was too
proud, or too much ashamed, to ask any questions concerning the mystery.

As for Steel Spring, I observed that that amiable, long-legged
individual eyed the stockman rather narrowly, as though he expected a
few words of reproach, or something worse; but in this he was mistaken;
for Hardum contented himself with expressing surprise at the length of
his pedal extremities, and wanted to know if he was not sired by a
kangaroo--an expression which our new acquaintance laughed at, as he
wished to conciliate the old man.

As the sun poured down with scorching severity, and two hours would
elapse before we could venture to return to our work without fear of
being sun struck, we lighted our pipes, and stretched our forms beneath
the shade of a gum tree, leisurely watched the smoke of the fragrant
tobacco as it curled over our heads.

For a long time we smoked in silence, until at length Fred grew weary of
the monotonous stillness, and wishing to add a slight stock of
information to our store, exclaimed,--"Steel Spring," and he regarded
that wonderful being with a knowing glance, "you have a history. All men
have histories, and I know that you are not exempt from the common lot."

"Well, I don't deny that I've seen a thing or two in my life, and that
it has be