"It's nice, and no mistake," answered the insurance agent, "but let me tell you, I've known men to plant the seeds of incurable disease along this old bayou. Feel that dampness rising every minute? A fellow never knows what is going to happen. Especially a man with a family dependent on him should--" "Shut up," snapped the druggist. "For talking shop, recommend me to a man in your line. This is a pleasure trip we are on, and I have to have it spoiled by ringing in business. Talk about your malaria, why, two bottles of my--" "There you go, just as bad," said the lawyer. "You fellows have run in the same old rut so long you can't get your minds on anything else. Put me on the witness stand, and I'll swear that I never mention my own business outside of my office; if I don't, kick me clean out of court." "This night," said the sheep man, "reminds me of the night I was lost in the brush along the Frio. That was the night before the morning I seen the mi-ridge." "The--ah--oh! the mirage?" said the young man. "No," said the sheep man, "it wasn't no mi-rosh; this was a mi-ridge, and the plainest one I ever seen. They happened somethin' queer about this one, too, and I don't often tell it, after seein' that incredoolity generally waits upon the relatin' of it." * * * * * "Light up," said the druggist, reaching for the tobacco sack, "and let us have your yarn. There are very few things a man can't believe nowadays." "It was in the fall of '80," said the sheep man, "when I was runnin' sheep in La Salle County. There came a norther that scattered my flock of 1500 muttons to thunderation. The shepherd couldn't hold 'em and they split up right and left, through the chaparral. I got on my hoss and hunted all one day, and I rounded up the biggest part of 'em during the afternoon. I seen a Mexican ridin' along what told me they was a big 'tajo of 'em down near the Palo Blanco crossin' of the Frio. I rode over that way, and when sundown come I was down in a big mesquite flat, where I couldn't see fifty yards before me any ways. Well, I got lost. For some four or five hours my pony stumbled around in the sacuista grass, windin' about this way and that, without knowin' any more than I did where he was at. 'Bout 12 o'clock I give it up, staked my pony and laid down under my saddle blanket to wait till mornin'. I was awful worried about my wife and the kid, who was by themselves on the ranch, for I knew they'd be scared half to death. There wasn't much to be afraid of, but you know how women folks are when night comes, 'specially when they wasn't any neighbor in ten miles of 'em. * * * * *