Never saw a man from Leavenworth who wasn't a good shot at a postoffice.

But say, about that Littlest Girl--well, I wonder!" Curly was very restless until dinner-time, which, for one reason or another, was postponed until about four of the afternoon.

We met at Dan Anderson's law office, which was also his residence, a room about a dozen feet by twenty in size.

The bunks were cleaned up, the blankets put out of the way, and the centre of the room given over to a table, small and home-made, but very full of good cheer for that time and place.

At the fireplace, McKinney, flushed and red, was broiling some really good loin steaks.