We got there a little after noon, turned the old boy out--without firearms--and then began to dig at a place Tim told us to, near that grave of Texas Pete's.

In three hours we had the finest water-hole developed you ever want to see.

Then the boss stuck up a sign that said: PUBLIC WATER-HOLE.

WATER, FREE.
"Now you old skin," says he to Texas Pete, "charge all you want to on your own property.

But if I ever hear of your layin' claim to this other hole, I'll shore make you hard to catch." Then we rode off home.