"Heh, heh, heh!" chuckled Brigham, rolling over on his bed. "Say, this is pretty good, by grab! Feller comes clear out hyer from New York, and I take him in, too! W'y, pardner, I was with a carnival company down at the Territorial Fair last fall, and that was the nearest I ever got to Coney; but they was a feller there--the ballyhoo man for Go-Go, the wild boy--and he was always tellin' me about Coney, until I knowed it like a book. Yes, sir, I jest camped right down and listened to that spieler; and he was shore glad to talk. Talkin' was his business, and he'd been at it so long he'd got the habit--couldn't help it--all he needed was some feller to listen to 'im. But all he'd talk about was Coney Island. Been there for years and didn't know nothin' else--and he shore filled me up right. Learned me all his spiels and everythin', and when I come back from winterin' in that Phoenix country I tole 'em I was back from New York. New York and the Great White Way--and Coney. "But you shore strengthened my hand immensely, pardner, the way you he'ped out to-night. Now, we want to stand pat on this--don't tip me off to 'em--and pretty soon I'll have 'em all spraddled out ag'in. Hardy Atkins and that bunch, they make too much noise--they won't let me talk at all--but you watch me go after Bar Seven and these stray men. I'll tell ye--you put me wise to a whole lot more stuff, and I'll frame up another come-on. How's that now?" "All right," agreed Bowles, yawning sleepily. "Good-night!" He dropped back into his blankets and covered up his head; but Brigham failed to take the hint. "Got any more divin' stories?" he asked, with gentle insistence. "They bite on them fine. Or a hawse story! A cowboy thinks he knows all about hawses. Go ahead and give me one now, so I can spring it on 'em in the mornin'--I got to have somethin' to come back at 'em with. They're always throwin' it into me about being a Mormon--I jest wanter show 'em that I've got the goods. Go ahead now--tell me somethin'!" "All right," said Bowles, coming out from under his blankets; "but, really, I'm awfully sleepy!" "Yeah; you'll git over that after you've been punchin' cows a while," observed Brigham sagely. "I'm on the wrangle again, but it don't worry me none. Cowboy's got no right to sleep, nohow. Let 'im trade his bed for a lantern--that's what they all say--but don't fergit that divin' story, pardner. Didn't you never see no more divin' stunts--in New York or somewhere?" "Why, yes," answered Bowles, brightening up; "that reminds me--there's the Hippodrome!" "Aha!" breathed Brigham. "What's it like?"