The speaker left the window at this point, and Ross lost the rest of the sentence. In a few moments, however, some one clattered through the hall and down the stairs, with spurs jingling. A horse stood on the street below, tethered only by its bridle-reins dangling to the ground. From the entrance to the building Sandy McKenzie emerged, clad as on the previous day, except for a colored handkerchief knotted about his neck. Mounting his pony, he touched a spur to its flank, and galloped away in a cloud of dust just as Leonard returned. "Who's in the next room?" asked Ross. "Over on the right?" asked Leonard carelessly. "Oh, a lawyer has that office." He crossed to the window, and glanced out just as McKenzie disappeared. "Evidently Sandy's pulling out for the mountains," he observed. "Miners' Camp, that is." "Are there only two McKenzies?" asked Ross. Leonard shrugged his shoulders. "Two are all that have ever showed up around here--Sandy and Waymart; but they say there are half a dozen more brothers and cousins, some figurin' under names not their own; but where they put up I don't know." Here he turned and looked curiously at Ross. "I suppose your father told you that Sandy and Waymart are sitting up on Meadow Creek waiting to jump the Grant-Weimer claims." "Yes, he told me," answered Ross, and hesitated. "Do they use guns in the jumping process?" Leonard laughed. "Not much! They have other and safer methods of getting their own way in case Weimer doesn't do the work the law requires this year." Then he glanced at the unsmoked cigar, and repeated his question of some time before. "Don't you smoke?" Ross shook his head shortly. "Why not?" Leonard looked at his old friend's son in friendly interest. Ross stretched out his right arm in an unconscious imitation of the test his uncle had required of him only a few mornings before. "It's apt to get on a fellow's nerves," was all the reply he made. There was much to see during the day and much to hear. Leonard took the boy for a long drive up the canon of the Shoshone, whose densely green waters have a background of brilliant reds and yellows in the sandstone sides of the wall through which the river has cut. Up and yet up the carriage went, with the walls rising higher and higher on either side, the road a mere thread blasted out of the rocks, up to the great dam which was beginning to raise its head across the river bed to hold back the water and distribute it over Big Horn Basin through irrigating canals. Ross's interest, however, during the drive was divided. He was glad to see the vast "Shoshone Project," as the government reservoir is called; but his most active thoughts were following Sandy McKenzie on his way to Miners' Camp, and his questions were of the Camp and Wyoming mining laws and the conditions he would meet in this new and strange land.