They say that whoever drinks of the waters of the Hassayampa must come to drink again." He bent his brows at Francis Charles.
"Good guess," admitted Boland, answering the look.

"I've never been to Arizona, but I've sampled the Pecos and the Rio Grande; and I must go back 'Where the flyin'-fishes play on the road to Mandalay, where the dawn comes up like thunder'-- Oh, gee! That's my real reason.

I suppose that silly girl and your picturesque pardner will marry, anyhow, even if I disapprove--precious pair they'll make! And if I take a squint at the copper proposition, it will be mostly in Ferdie's interest--Ferdie is the capitalist, comparatively speaking; but he can't tear himself away from little old N'Yawk.

This is his first trip West--here in Vesper.

Myself, I've got only two coppers to clink together--or maybe three.