And I could sympathize some with Barney MacTague; only, his girl had a crooked nose and no eyebrows to speak of, so he hadn't the excuse that I had.

Take a girl with eyes like Beryl-- A couple of days after that--days when I hadn't the nerve to go near the little butte--Frosty drew six months' wages and disappeared without a word to anybody.

He didn't come back that night, and the next day Perry Potter, who knows well the strange freaks cowboys will sometimes take when they have been working steadily for a long time, suggested that I ride over to Kenmore and see if Frosty was there, and try my powers of persuasion on him--unless he was already broke; in which case, according to Perry Potter, he would come back without any persuading.

Perry Potter added dryly that it wouldn't be out of my way any, and would only be a little longer ride.

I must say I looked at him with suspicion.