With fifty cents to eat on, and one more faro game behind him, Rimrock stood thoughtfully on the corner and asked the old question: What next? He had won, and he had lost. He had made the stake that would have taken him far towards his destiny; and then he had dropped it, foolishly, by playing another man's game. He could see it now; but then, we all can--the question was, what next? "Well, I'll eat," he said at last and went across the street to Woo Chong's. "The American Restaurant" was the way the sign read, but Americans don't run restaurants in Arizona. They don't know how. Woo Chong had fed forty miners when he ran the cookhouse for Rimrock, for half what a white man could; and when Rimrock had lost his mine, at the end of a long lawsuit, Woo Chong had followed him to town. There was a long tally on the wall, the longest of all, which told how many meals Rimrock owed him for; but Rimrock knew he was welcome. Adversity had its uses and he had learned, among other things, that his best friends were now Chinamen and Mexicans. To them, at least, he was still El Patron--the Boss! "Hello there, Woo!" he shouted at the doorway and a rapid-fire of Chinese ceased. The dining-room was deserted, but from the kitchen in the rear he could hear the shuffling slippers of Woo. "Howdy-do, Misse' Jones!" exclaimed Woo in great excitement as he came hurrying out to meet him. "I see you--few minutes ago--ove' Ike Blay's place! You blakum falo bank, no?" "No, I lose," answered Rimrock honestly. "Ike Bray, he gave me this to eat on." He showed the fifty-cent piece and sat down at a table whereat Woo Chong began to giggle hysterically. "Aw! Allee time foolee me," he grinned facetiously. "You no see me the'? Me playum, too. Win ten dolla', you bet!" "Well, all right, Woo," said Rimrock. "Just give me something to eat--we won't quarrel about who won." He leaned back in his chair and Woo Chong said no more till he appeared again with a T-bone steak. "You ketchum mine, pletty soon?" he questioned anxiously. "All lite, me come back and cook." Rimrock sighed and went to eating and Woo remembered the coffee, but somehow even that failed to cheer. A shadow of doubt came across Woo's watchful face and he hurried away for more bread. "You no bleakum bank?" he enquired at last and Rimrock shook his head. "No, Woo," he said, "Ike Bray, he came down and win all my money back." "Aw, too bad!" breathed Woo Chong and slipped quietly away; but after a while he came back. "Too bad!" he repeated. "You my fliend, Misse' Jones." And he laid five dollars by his hand. "Ah, no, no!" protested Rimrock, rising up from his place as if he had suffered a blow. "No money, Woo. You give me my grub and that's enough--I haven't got down to that!" Woo Chong went away--he knew how to make gifts easy--and Rimrock stood looking at the gold. Then he picked it up, slowly, and as slowly walked out, and stood leaning against a post.