Now we'll grubstake the outfit--" "Er--well, I took the chuck-wagon in yest'day and loaded 'er up with grub fer two weeks," blurted Applehead heroically.

"I was figurin'-- " "Good! Couldn't ask better.

Applehead, you sure are there when it comes to backing a man's play.

If I haven't said much about how I stand toward you fellows it isn't because I don't appreciate every durned one of you." The Happy Family squirmed guiltily and made way for Applehead, who was sidling toward the open door, his face showing alarming symptoms of apoplexy.

Their confusion Luck set down to a becoming modesty.