"And with me," responded Leslie, "it's the money now--I've got to have the money. Only," he added, "I'll say this--that when I left Omaha there was more in it for me than the money. You see--I'll own up--I was crazy to get out of school and, well--see things and do 'em! If I'd gone to some other place, to Goldfield or even down to Miners' Camp it would be different. But I'm here and all my money's spent." Continually he came back to that last statement. That fact had evidently swallowed up all the lust for adventure, for "getting out and seeing things"--it was the only thing that young Jones could now see in the situation. Ross wondered why but did not like to ask. Finally he said hesitatingly, "I say, Jones, if you want to get out of here I'll--that is--I have enough on hand to let you have your car-fare back to Omaha." The blood rushed over Leslie's face. His head came up proudly. "See here, Grant," he exclaimed briskly, sliding off the table and stuffing his hands into his pockets, "it must sound as if I'm a low-down beggar, but I never thought of such a thing as getting hold of your money!" "And I never thought of it, either," declared Ross quickly. "I've made you the offer on my own hook. Come off your high and mighty perch and talk sense! Take the money and pay it back when you can. I'm a hundred dollars to the good here." Leslie "came off his perch" instantly and held out his hand repentantly. "Thank you, Grant. That's awfully white of you, but that won't do. It's not car-fare I want, and Omaha is the last place I want to strike--or next to the last, at least--without--well, a lot more than car-fare." After a moment he repeated, "I tell you it's white of you to offer it, though. It makes a fellow feel as if he'd fallen among friends." The latter expression reminded Ross of something about which he had not thought in three weeks, namely, the behavior of Waymart McKenzie when he first saw Leslie. With the water still dripping from the dish-pan the boy hung it against the logs, tossed the dish-cloth on top of the pan and rolling down his sleeves, asked: "Jones, do you know the McKenzies?" Leslie shook his head. "Before coming here, do you mean?" Ross nodded. "No, never saw them before. Why?" "Oh, nothing," returned Ross carelessly, "only when you came in here the first night I thought they acted as though they'd seen you before, or Waymart did, rather." The effect of this simple statement was unexpected. Leslie gripped the table excitedly. His face paled and he was obliged to clear his throat before asking: "What made you think that? I didn't--didn't notice anything. I never thought that they--he----" "It was just a trifle that made me think that," Ross hastened to assure his guest in confusion. "Just a little byplay when Waymart first saw you. Nothing to----" "Tell me exactly what it was," commanded Leslie, and all the boy's imperiousness leaped to the front. "I want to know all that you saw."