“Shore.”

“What is he like?”

“Well, I’m not long acquainted, never saw him by day, but I was some tolerable took with him.  An’ Jim here, Jim says the young man can have his gun an’ his hoss.”

“Wonderful!  Laddy, what on earth did this stranger do to win you cowboys in just one night?”

“I’ll shore have to tell you.  Me an’ Jim were watchin’ a game of cards in the Del Sol saloon in Casita.  That’s across the line.  We had acquaintances—­four fellows from the Cross Bar outfit, where we worked a while back.  This Del Sol is a billiard hall, saloon, restaurant, an’ the like.  An’ it was full of Greasers.  Some of Camp’s rebels were there drinkin’ an’ playin’ games.  Then pretty soon in come Rojas with some of his outfit.  They were packin’ guns an’ kept to themselves off to one side.  I didn’t give them a second look till Jim said he reckoned there was somethin’ in the wind.  Then, careless-like, I began to peek at Rojas.  They call Rojas the ‘dandy rebel,’ an’ he shore looked the part.  It made me sick to see him in all that lace an’ glitter, knowin’ him to be the cutthroat robber he is.  It’s no oncommon sight to see excited Greasers.  They’re all crazy.  But this bandit was shore some agitated.  He kept his men in a tight bunch round a table.  He talked an’ waved his hands.  He was actually shakin’.  His eyes had a wild glare.  Now I figgered that trouble was brewin’, most likely for the little Casita garrison.  People seemed to think Campo an’ Rojas would join forces to oust the federals.  Jim thought Rojas’s excitement was at the hatchin’ of some plot.  Anyway, we didn’t join no card games, an’ without pretendin’ to, we was some watchful.

“A little while afterward I seen a fellow standin’ in the restaurant door.  He was a young American dressed in corduroys and boots, like a prospector.  You know it’s no onusual fact to see prospectors in these parts.  What made me think twice about this one was how big he seemed, how he filled up that door.  He looked round the saloon, an’ when he spotted Rojas he sorta jerked up.  Then he pulled his slouch hat lopsided an’ began to stagger down, down the steps.  First off I made shore he was drunk.  But I remembered he didn’t seem drunk before.  It was some queer.  So I watched that young man.

“He reeled around the room like a fellow who was drunker’n a lord.  Nobody but me seemed to notice him.  Then he began to stumble over pool-players an’ get his feet tangled up in chairs an’ bump against tables.  He got some pretty hard looks.  He came round our way, an’ all of a sudden he seen us cowboys.  He gave another start, like the one when he first seen Rojas, then he made for us.  I tipped Jim off that somethin’ was doin’.

“When he got close he straightened up, put back his slouch hat, an’ looked at us.  Then I saw his face.  It sorta electrified yours truly.  It was white, with veins standin’ out an’ eyes flamin’—­a face of fury.  I was plumb amazed, didn’t know what to think.  Then this queer young man shot some cool, polite words at me an’ Jim.