on it unless you went there mad; and why he keeps on struggling in the bitter clutch of misfortune he don’t know.  But I always know why he keeps on struggling.  Money!  Nothing but money.  So when he got through mourning over his ruined fortunes, and feebly said something about taking some mules off my hands at a fair price, I shut him off firmly.  Whenever that old crook talks about taking anything off your hands he’s plotting as near highway robbery as they’ll let him stay out of jail for.  He was sad when I refused two hundred and fifty dollars a span for my best mules.

He went off shaking his head like he hadn’t expected such inhumanity from an old friend and neighbour to one who through hard luck was now down and out.

Well, I hear no more about whales; but a circus is coming to Red Gap and old Pete, the Indian, says he must go down to it, his mind being inflamed by some incredible posters pasted over the blacksmith shop at Kulanche.  He says he’s a very old man and can’t be with us long, and when he does take the one-way trail he wants to be able to tell his friends on the other side all about the strange animals that they never had a chance to see.  The old pagan was so excited about it I let him go.  And he was still more excited when he got back two days later.  Yes, sir; he’d found a way to fortune.

He said I’d sure think he was a liar with a crooked tongue and a false heart, but they had an animal at that circus as big as our biggest covered mess wagon and it would weigh as much as the six biggest steers I ever shipped.  It has a nose about five feet long—­he was sure I wouldn’t believe this part—­that it fed itself with, and it carried so much meat that just one ham would keep a family like Pete’s going all winter.  He said of course I would think he was a liar, but I could write down to Red Gap to a lawyer, and the lawyer would get plenty of people to swear to it right in the courthouse.  And so now I must hurry up and stock the place with these animals and have more meat than anybody in the world and get rich pretty quick.  Forty times he stretched his arms to show me how big one of these hams would be, and he said the best part was that this animal hardly ate anything at all but a little popcorn and a few peanuts.  Hadn’t he watched it for hours?  And if I didn’t hurry others would get the idea and run prices up.

I guess Pete’s commercial mind must of been engaged by hearing the boys talk about whales.  He hadn’t held with the whale proposition, not for a minute, after he learned they live in the ocean.  He once had a good look at the ocean and he promptly said “Too much water!” But here was a land animal packing nearly as much meat as a whale, eating almost nothing, and as tame as a puppy.  “I think, ‘Injun how you smart!’” he says when he got through telling me all this in a very secret and important way.