"It's all up with me, Gulchers," whispered Watson. "Ruger was too many for me, and I ought to have known it. You'll find Bill Foster's dust in a flour-sack, in my cabin. My respects to Borlan when you see him, and tell him I beg his pardon for discommoding him. Give what dust is honestly mine to him. It's all I can do now. Good-by, boys. I'm jest played out; but take my advice and never buck against Tom Ruger. He's too many for any dozen chaps on the coast. I knew 'twas all up with me the minute Tom came in, for he can look right through a feller's heart. But never mind! It's too late to help it now. I staked everything I had against Foster's pile, and I'm beat, beat, beat!" These were the last words Mr. Bob Watson ever spoke, as many a surviving Ten Miler will tell you, and they buried him in the spot where he died, without any beautiful stone to mark the place. IV. Miss Fanny Borlan found Jack awaiting her at San Francisco. "What made you run away?" "Why, Fanny, didn't Tom tell you about it?" queried Jack. "Tom? Oh, you mean Mr. Ruger. He only sent me down here." "Just like him, Fan; very few words he ever wastes. Ah, sister, we don't have such men out East." "So the stage-driver told me," said Fanny, demurely. "There, Fan, you're poking fun now. Wait till I get through. Only for Tom, you would have found me at Ten Mile Gulch, hanging by the neck to the limb of that tree just in front of the Home." "Hanging, Jack?" "Hanging, Fan--lynched for a murder I never committed. Tom came along just in the nick of time, and--Well, Fan, perhaps you saw some of the Ten Milers before you came away?" "Yes, Jack; and there was only one whole nose in the lot, and I do believe that was out of joint. But, oh, Jack! if they had taken your life!" "Never mind now, sis. Tom was too many for 'em; and here I am safe. We'll wait here till Tom comes down, for I've got one of his horses, which he thinks more of than he does of himself; then for home, sis." Mr. Tom Ruger went down, as he said he would, and remained with them several days. On the morning that they were to sail, Fanny said to Tom: "I wish you were going with us, Mr. Ruger. We shall miss you very much. Won't you go?" Mr. Ruger was talking with Jack at the time, but he heard Fanny--he always heard what _she_ said. He did not reply at once, however, but said to Jack, in a low tone: "Jack, you know what I _have_ been--can I ever become worthy of her?" And Jack answered, promptly: "God bless you, Tom, you are worthy now!" "Thank you, Jack--if you believe!" Then he went over to Fanny. "I will go," was all he said. It was a great wonder to both Jack and his sister how Tom could have got ready for the journey on so short a notice; but one day, more than a year afterward, Tom said to Jack: