After that, pandemonium; or so it seemed to Mr. Hale. Those gray and grizzled men--for there were few young among them--shouted themselves hoarse and gave way to the wildest expressions of pride and delight. As for Jessica, the heroine, though her eyes sparkled and a flush rose to her cheeks, she was by far the calmest person present. Even Mr. Hale's heart was beating rapidly and he caught the girl's hands and shook them violently, in his congratulations. "That was marvelous! marvelous! I've seen pretty good sharp-shooting done by professionals, but never anything so fine as that last shot of yours. How could you ever learn it, so young as you are?" "How could I help learning? It is 'Forty-niner's' work, a deal more than mine. He's been teaching me ever since I could hold a tiny bow and arrow. He's wonderful, if you please; but I----Well, it seems just to do itself, somehow. But I must go in now. Time for the little ones to be in bed. Come, Ned. Come, Luis. Oh, dear! he's fast asleep." "I'll pack him for you, lady. And say, boys, isn't this the time?" Samson had lifted the sleeping Luis, tucked him under one arm and swung Ned to the other, but now paused to glance around among his fellow-workmen. "Time was 'moon-up,'" answered Joe, minded to be facetious. "This would be 'moon-up,' if the old girl knew her business," retorted the sailor. "In ten minutes we'll be with you. Come, on, my lady. I've a word to say to you and the mistress." The daily evening sport was over and the ranchmen rapidly dispersed, each to his own quarters, and none considering it his especial business to entertain the stranger, who was now strolling slowly houseward mindful of the sudden chill which came with the nightfall and of his own unfitness for exposure. Proudest of all, "Forty-niner" gathered up the weapons and carried them off, to clean and put in order for the next evening's practice. He was well satisfied with his pupil's achievements, though already planning more difficult feats for their performance. The man was eighty; yet, while his abundant hair was white, his back was still straight and his step firm. The joy of his old age was the athletic training of the Sobrante children, and it would have amazed him, even broken his heart, had he been told that by such means he did not well earn his keep. He was eldest of all the elderly workmen that the late master of the ranch had gathered about him, and his appreciation of this good home in which to end his days perhaps, the greatest of all. It was, therefore, a terrible shock which awaited him, as entering his own room, he lighted his lamp and saw lying on his table a white envelope addressed to himself. He knew what it meant. Dismissal.