"I haven't got anything but my old six-shooter, which I can't spare. Listen, Johnny! When you think somebody needs to be shot, you come to me and tell me about it, see? You know I know you have a lot more self-control than these Lost Chief folks think you have. You aren't one of these guys that shoots first and thinks afterward." Johnny turned to the preacher triumphantly. "Didn't I tell you he was my friend?" he asked. "Yes," replied Mr. Fowler, "and he's mine too, and you and I must take care of him. Lost Chief needs him." Old Johnny rose and solemnly offered a gnarled hand to the preacher. Douglas laughed in an embarrassed way and went out to the corral, to saddle the Moose. Judith was feeding the chickens as he trotted past the Spencer place. He waved his hand but would not permit himself to stop. He found Peter alone in his room, mending a belt. "Well, Doug," he said, "how does the reform movement progress?" "We added Johnny Brown to our side this morning," replied Douglas. "Some line-up, I'd say!" "Old Johnny is certainly your man," Peter chuckled. "How do he and the sky pilot hit it off?" "It's too early to say. By the way, did you have a run-in with Scott?" "Not at all. Scott said Elijah was welcome to use the trail if he kept to it." Doug's mouth opened and closed. He took a letter from his pocket and laid a pile of bills beside it on the table. "Will you send that mail order off for me to-day, Peter? I'm blowing myself to a new saddle." "Must be money in staking a sky pilot," grinned the postmaster. "I didn't notice you taking up a collection on Sunday, though." Douglas laughed. "It pays so well that I've got to ride the traps again this winter to pay for the grub-stake. Dad is so sore that he isn't allowing me all he might." "I'll help you if you are too much squeezed. I hope you won't be as bull-headed about taking a loan from me as Judith is. By the way, how are matters coming between you and Jude, Douglas?" "Report no progress!" grunted Doug. "She's a restless young colt. I wish she could begin to get a sense of direction as you are. Maybe she will, now she can get a bird's-eye view of you. You've always lived too close to each other to understand each other. You'll learn a lot about Jude and she about you, now you've moved a few miles away." "Do you honestly want me to have Judith, Peter?" asked Douglas with a sudden huskiness in his voice. Peter, who was standing by the window examining the buckles of the belt, looked up at Douglas with surprise in the lift of his eyebrows. After a moment, he said, "What are you driving at, Doug?" Douglas took a quick turn up and down the room, then halted before Peter, his sensitive mouth twitching, his blue eyes glowing. It seemed to him that he could not ask the question that must be asked; but finally he spoke, in a voice that was tense in the effort for self-control.