_The First Clue_ They did not refer to the incidents of that odd reception in New York until they had located a small hotel for themselves, not three blocks away.

It was no cheaper, but they found a pleasant room, clean and with electric lights.

It was not until they had bathed and were propped up in their beds for a good-night smoke, which cow-punchers love, that Bill Gregg asked: "And what gave you the tip, Ronicky ?" "I dunno.

In my business you got to learn to watch faces, Bill.
Suppose you sit in at a five-handed game of poker.

One gent says everything with his face, while he's picking up his cards.