"Wal," replied Smoky, more cautiously, "they ain't been monkeyin' with me; but if they did----" "If they did----?" drawled Mintie, with her elbows on the table and her face between her hands. "If they cut my fence as they've cut yours, and, after doo warnings, kep' on trespassin' and makin' trouble, why then, by Gosh! I'd shoot. Might give 'other feller a show, but there's trouble as only kin be settled with shootin' irons." "That's so" said Mintie savagely. After supper Mintie retired to the kitchen to wash up. Ransom put a jar of tobacco on the table, two glasses, and some whisky. "Any call for ye to ride home to-night?" "None," said Smoky. "Reckon ye'd better camp here, then." Smoky nodded and muttered-- "Don't keer if I do," a polite form of acceptance in the California foothills. Presently Ransom went out. Smoky was left alone. He filled his corn- cob pipe, stretched out his legs, and smiled, thinking of his own brown bird. Suddenly a glint came into his bright blue eyes. In the corner of the room, against the wall, leaned the two Sharp rifles. Smoky glanced about him, rose, walked to the corner, bent down, and smelt the muzzle of Ransom's rifle. Then he slipped his forefinger into the barrel and smelt that. "Sufferin' Moses!" he exclaimed. His mouth was slightly twisted, as he picked up the rifle and opened the breech. He drew out a used cartridge, which he examined with another exclamation. "Holy Mackinaw!" He put the cartridge into his pocket and glanced round for the second time. He could hear Mintie washing-up in the kitchen. Ransom was feeding his horses. Smoky took a cleaning-rod, ran it through the rifle, and examined the bit of cloth, which was wet and greasy. Then he replaced the rifle and went back to the table, where Ransom found him when he returned a few minutes later. The two men smoked in silence. Presently Ransom said abruptly:-- "Dead struck on Mints, ain't ye?" "I am," said Smoky laconically. "Told her so--hay?" "'Bout a million times." "What does she say?" Smoky blew some rings of smoke before he answered. "She says--'Shucks!'" "That don't sound encouragin'." "It ain't. Fact is, she thinks me a clam." "A clam?" "That's right. She'd think a heap more o' me if I was to pull out o' these yere hills and try to strike it somewheres else." "Wal, squatters have made this no kind o' country for a white man. Ye're white, John." "I aim ter be." "You air, sonnie. Say, if anything happened to me, would ye watch out for Mints?" "I wonder!" "S'pose, fer the sake of argyment, that one o' these sons o' guns did for me--hay?" "'Tain't likely," said Smoky scornfully. "I'd bet my boots on you every time." "They may do fer me," said Ransom slowly, "and, if so----" "I'll watch out for Mints," said Smoky very fervently. * * * * *