At 10 o'clock the men came in for dinner, when we informed the foreman that we had thrown up our job and that he could settle with us. "Settle nothing," said the big fellow, laughing. "You've not worked enough to pay your fare from Tucson yet. You can get your dinner here, and after that, meals are fifty cents apiece, if you dine in these cars." We walked over to the little store with the intention of investing Allen's thirty-five cents in groceries for our dinner, but there was nothing doing. The man's stock consisted mostly of pop and cigars, which articles he probably got from Los Angeles. "How much for pop?" I asked. "Fifteen cents a bottle," was the reply. A barrel of ginger snaps stood in one corner of the store. "How much a pound?" I asked, giving the cakes a wistful look. "Twenty-five cents a pound," said the grocer. We left the store without purchasing anything and made our way back to the cars, forced to accept the ill-given hospitality of the section foreman. That afternoon a lucky thought came to me. We yet had plenty of clothing, and why not auction it off? In my grip was a mouth harp that I had bought in Bisbee. Allen, who was a good harmonica player, struck up several lively airs, and in a few minutes every man in the camp had gathered around us, including the foreman. Some were popping and slapping their hands in applause, and others were dancing jigs in time to the music. I gave Allen the signal to stop and, opening up both our grips, began auctioneering off small pieces of goods. Every thing put up was sold to advantage, though the smaller articles brought the best prices. The harmonica, which had cost me twenty-five cents, caused the liveliest bidding, and was finally knocked down to a cowboy for eighty cents. The foreman secured a nice comb and brush at a bargain, and was so well pleased with the music he invited us to take supper with him, and to play the harmonica again for him and his wife. About nine o'clock that night a freight train stopped in Gila City, which we boarded with our grips and easily beat to Yuma. Yuma has a population of 7,000 Indians, Mexicans and Americans, and like Bisbee, gambling forms a part of the revenue of the saloons. [Illustration: I gave Allen the signal to stop, and opening up both our grips, began auctioneering off small articles of clothing.] Most of the houses in Yuma are built of wood or brick, though there are a good many adobe houses occupied by the poorer classes. Some claim Yuma is fifty feet above the sea level; others say it is one hundred and fifty below the sea level. I don't know which of these statements is correct, but I do know that Yuma is by far the hottest town I was ever in. As early as half-past seven o'clock next morning the sun began to get uncomfortably hot, and by nine o'clock both Allen and myself were suffering from the heat.