“Well, boys! Le’s drink to Cock Eye Baer,” the proprietor said. “It’s on the house. Bright of tongue; everybody’s friend; always all there; big hearted and square dealing. He could crack a joke an’ handle a situation. A man’s man, old Cock Eye! He lived on the level an’ he died in his boots. Here’s how, old boy! May you rest easy where you lie tonight! It’s a deep sleep ye’re in. Here’s hoping you’ll awaken with a smile on yer lips an’ a joke on yer tongue!” “Doggone!” somebody choked. “I can’t believe Cock Eye’s daid! It don’t seem possible!” [Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the July 1, 1928 issue of _Adventure_ magazine.]