The girl held out her hand: "Good-bye, Tex--till day after tomorrow." The cowboy took the hand and pressed it fiercely: "You're goin' to be there, too? That'll make it harder--but--all right." "Remember," smiled the girl, "what I said about there being loads of other girls." "Too bad you hadn't been born in the West, so Win would never known you--then--maybe----" "What shall I tell our friend the marshal?" interrupted the girl. The Texan grinned: "Just tell him not to order any extra meals sent down to the jail on my account. An', here, tell him the drinks are on the house," he handed the girl a quart bottle of whisky. "That'll keep 'em from gettin' restless before the show starts." Candle in one hand, bottle in the other, the girl made her way to the door. As she stepped out into the night, she was hailed roughly by the marshal: "Well, what'd he say, now?" "He said," answered the girl, scornfully, "that you were not to order any extra meals sent down to the jail on his account. And he sent you this and asked me to tell you that the drinks were on the house." She extended the bottle which the marshal eagerly grasped despite the strenuous objections of Pete Barras who clamoured for the return of his property. "Ain't I had hell enough fer one day?" demanded the bartender, "what with gittin' shot in the arm, an' gittin' tried to be held up fer four dollars of Sam's debts, an' gittin' laid out cold with a spittoon, an' gittin' my glasses an' bottles all busted, an' gittin' my place all shot up, an' my merrow shot to hell, an' my kegs all shot holes in, without all you's hornin' in an' drinkin' up what little I got left? As the feller says, where do I git off at?" "S'pose you dry up an' let me talk," retorted the marshal. "They ain't no one payin' _you_ nawthin' to maintain law an' order in this town." "If they was I'll be damned if I wouldn't maintain it, 'stead of millin' around drinkin' up other folks' whisky----" "Look a-here Pete Barras, this makes twict, now, you've ondertook to tell me my business. You shet yer yap, 'er you don't draw no damages when we corral that outlaw in yonder. I ain't so sure you didn't start the rookus, nohow. Besides, the boys needs a little drink, an' we'll charge this here bottle up along with the rest of the damages an' make him pay 'em." "Y'ain't caught him yet. Where do I git off at if you don't ketch him?"