Cherry stopped for a minute, and looked as if he was a'most sick with just thinking about it. Then he sort of shook himself and got a brace on, and went ahead with his chin up like he was making a speech in town-meeting--and it turned out, as it don't always in town-meeting speeches, what he said was true. "Gentlemen," said Cherry, "there's this to be said, and we have a right to say it proudly: we've give this town the clean-up we set out to give it, and from now on it's going to stay clean. There won't be any more doings; or, if there is, the Committee 'll know the reason why. Palomitas is purified, gentlemen, right down to the roots; and I reckon I'm mistook bad--worse'n I was when the Hen was yanking my legs about--if the Committee hasn't sand enough and rope enough to keep on keeping it pure!" THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Santa Fé's Partner, by Thomas A. Janvier