"Pearl, in our country every boy is taught that he can, by hard study and work, be the President if he wants to be, but down here every boy is taught that he must be President, even if he has to kill the former one, and they have tried to live up to their teaching, so it's just another case of some bad boy taking what he thinks is rightfully his." "I suppose they will stop the trains out of town, and march in." "Oh no they won't--they will ride those trains into the heart of the town, screaming and yelling and shooting at anybody that happens to be in sight, at least that is the way they always have done, and Mex's never change." "I hope the rebels don't arrive before the funeral is over--that would be awful." "I'll say it would," as the car stopped. "Come on, here's where we drink--come on, driver." They all went in. "I'll have whiskey," said Pearl. "So will I." "Make it three whiskeys," answered the driver. "Say do you girls want me to wait over here for you?" "No, we are going to stick around here until time for the funeral. You can go on back--oh, I almost forgot about paying you--here, take this," as she shoved a bill in his hand. "If I were you, girls, I wouldn't waste any more time over here than I had to, and if you say the word, I'll stay and see you through," answered the driver. "That's nice of you kid, but we will be O. K." "So long," as he went. "It's going to take more than one whiskey to get me through that funeral," said Pearl. "Let's buy a couple of quarts, and go on out to the cemetery and wait there," suggested Evelyn. "That's the best idea of all," said Pearl, "Let's go." They took the two quarts, and slowly walked up the street. Small groups of people, talking near doorways, gazed at them curiously as they went. Most of the bars and places of business were closed, and the windows boarded up, caused by the expected battle, and knowing full well that windows would be smashed if they were not somehow protected. As two o'clock drew near, the hearse with the remains of Irene, started for the cemetery, the driver looking like a cornered rat, and mad at having to go out into the open when the rebels might arrive at any time, drove slowly, but fearfully, through the streets, toward the cemetery. Pearl and Evelyn were sitting on a fallen headstone, drinking and discussing the injustice of life, to them in particular, and to all in general. They had just killed the first quart when the first bunch of girls, headed by Mickey, came into the cemetery--some were dressed as though they were going to a party, others in street suits, but none in mourning, as mourning could only be used once in a great while, so why buy mourning for the one funeral, and be stuck with something you couldn't wear to hustle in. "My goodness," said Mickey. "How long have you been waiting here?" "Oh, not very long--want a drink?" asked Evelyn.