ing out, you moving the very devil to get your
cattle over the Valley, and I using every influence I may have with that
gentleman to prevent it. Now, that was a funny speech."

I got my voice then. "I don't see the luck of it," I said.

"And that," said he, "is just what I am about to explain. In the
meantime Jud might toss that rock into the river." There was a smile
playing on the man's face.

"If it's the same to you," said Jud, "I'll just hold on to the rock."

"As you please," replied Woodford, still smiling down at me. "I'd like a
word with you, Quiller. Shall we go out on the road a little?"

"Not a foot," said I.

On my life, the man sighed deeply and passed his hand over his face. "If
I had such men," he said, "I wouldn't be here pulling down a bridge.
Your brother, Quiller, is in great luck. With such men, I could twist
the cattle business around my finger. But when one has to depend upon a
lot of numbskulls, he can expect to come out at the little end of the
horn."

I began to see that this Woodford, under some lights, might be a very
sensible and a very pleasant man. He got down from his saddle, held up
the lantern and looked me over. Then he set the light on the ground and
put his hands behind his back. "Quiller," he began, as one speaks into a
sympathetic ear, "there is no cement that will hold a man to you unless
it is blood wetted. You can buy men by the acre, but they are eye
servants to the last one. A brother sticks, right or wrong, and perhaps
a son sticks, but the devil take the others. I never had a brother, and,
therefore, Providence put me into the fight one arm short."

He began to walk up and down behind the lantern, taking a few long
strides and then turning sharply. "Doing things for one's self," he went
on, "comes to be tiresome business. A man must have someone to work for,
or he gets to the place where he doesn't care." He stopped before me
with his face full in the light. "Quiller," he said, and the voice
seemed to ring true, "I meant to prevent your getting north with these
cattle. I hoped to stop you without being compelled to destroy this
bridge, but you force me to make this move, and I shall make it. Still,
on my life, I care so little that I would let the whole thing go on the
spin of a coin."

His face brightened as though the idea offered some easy escape from an
unpleasant duty. "Upon my word," he laughed, "I was not intending to be
so fair. But the offer is out, and I