Dan'l will play the latest dance music on his fiddle, and if it isn't spirited and up-to-date we'll shoot his toes off.

We insist upon plenty of two-steps and waltzes and will wind up with a monney-musk in the gray light of dawn.

This being fully understood, I beg you, my good friends, to fall to and eat and be merry; but don't linger unduly over the dainties, for we are all anxious, like good soldiers, to get into action." The remittance men applauded this oratory, and incidentally attacked the eatables with evident determination to obey their leader's injunction.
"We can eat any time," remarked Stubby, with his mouth full; "but his Satanic majesty only knows when Hades Ranch will see another dance--with real ladies for partners." The Chinese cooks and the Mexican servants had a lively time during this meal, for the demands made upon them were incessant.

Uncle John, whose even disposition was seldom ruffled, ate with a good appetite, while even the Major, glum and scowling, did not disdain the numerous well-prepared dishes.

As for Dan'l, he took full advantage of the occasion and was the last one to leave the table.