L. W. took the money and stood gnawing his cigar as the train slowed down for Gunsight. "Say, come over to the bank--I want to speak to you," he said as they dropped off the train. "Nope, can't stop," answered Rimrock curtly, "got to go and see my friends." He strode off down the street and L. W. followed after him, beckoning feverishly to every one he met. "Say, Rimrock's struck it rich!" he announced behind his hand and the procession fell in behind. Straight down the street Rimrock went to the Alamo where old Hassayamp stood shading his eyes, and while the crowd gathered around them he took Hassayamp's hand and shook it again and again. "Here's the best man in town," he began with great feeling. "An old-time Arizona sport. There never was a time, when I was down and out, that my word wasn't good for the drinks." And Hassayamp Hicks, divining some great piece of good fortune, invited him in for one more. "Here's to Rimrock Jones," he said to the crowd, "the livest boy in this town." They drank and then Rimrock drew out his roll and peeled off an impressive yellow bill. "Just take out what I owe you," he said to old Hassayamp, "and let the boys drink up the rest." With that he was gone and the crowd, scarce believing, stayed behind and drank to his health. Not a word was said by Rimrock or his friends as to the source of this sudden wealth. For once in his life Rimrock Jones was reticent, but the roll of bills spoke for itself. He came out of Woo Chong's restaurant with a broad grin on his face and looked about for the next man he owed. "You can talk all you want to," he observed to the onlookers, "but a Chink is as white as they make 'em. And any man in this crowd," he added impressively, "that ever loaned me a cent, all he has to do is to step out and say so and he gets his money back--and then some." The crowd surged about, but no one stepped forward. Strange stories were in the air, resurrected from the past, of Rimrock and the way he paid. When the Gunsight mine, after many difficulties, began to pay back what it had cost, Rimrock had appeared on the street with a roll. And then, as now, he had announced his willingness to pay any bill, good or bad, that he owed. He stood there waiting, with the bills in his hand, and he paid every man who applied. He even paid men who slipped in meanly with stories of loans when he was drunk; but he noted them well and from that day forward they received no favors from him. "Ah, there's the very man I'm looking for," exclaimed Rimrock in Spanish as he spied old Juan in the crowd and, striding forward, he held out his hand and greeted him ceremoniously. Old Juan it was of whom he had borrowed the gold ore that had coaxed the two thousand dollars from L. W.--and he had never sent the picked rock back.