The sheriff met his whimsical gaze, grinned, and then strode on around the bend with the evidence in his hand. Ramsay turned to the girl. “What do you say about Hourglass Cañon, young lady? Do you want to share it with me?” “Well, I’ll go and look at it, but I wont promise anything.” “All right. That’s fair enough. And you’ll call me Pat?” Her eyes surveyed him merrily. “Not until—you get a shave!” she said, and then was gone, running after the tall figure of the sheriff, a laugh floating back to Ramsay. He followed, smiling. [Transcriber’s Notes: 1. This story is from the January 1924 issue of The Blue Book Magazine. 2. Silently corrected obvious typographical errors and variations in spelling. 3. Retained archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings as printed. 4. Words in italics are surrounded by _underscores_ in this text. ]