"Don't crush the doughnuts," she murmured anxiously and patted his hand approvingly. "All right," he said and, putting spurs to his horse, he galloped off over the hill. The old town of Pinal lay on a bench above the creek bed, with high cliffs to the east and north; but south and west the country fell off rapidly in a series of rolling ridges. Over these the road to the railroad climbed and dipped with wearisome regularity until at last it dropped down into the creek-bed again and followed its dry, sandy course. Not half an hour had passed from the time the second hobo left till Old Bunk had started after him, yet so fast had he traveled that he was almost to the creek bed before Bunker Hill caught sight of him. "Ay, Chihuahua!" he ejaculated in shrill surprise and reined in his horse to gaze. The young hobo was running and, not far ahead, the Ground Hog was fleeing before him. They ran through bushy gulches and over cactus-crowned ridges where the sahuaros rose up like giant sentinels; until at last, as he came to the sandy creek-bed, the black hobo stood at bay. "They're fighting!" exclaimed Bunker with a joyous chuckle and rode down the trail like the wind. After twenty wild years in Old Mexico, there were times when Bunker Hill found Arizona a trifle tame; but here at last there was staged a combat that promised to take a place in local history. When he rode up on the fight the young miner and the Ground Hog were standing belt to belt, exchanging blows with all their strength, and as the young man reeled back from a right to the jaw the Ground Hog leapt in to finish him. "Here! None of that!" spoke up Bunker Hill menacing the black hobo with his quirt; but the battered young Apollo waved him angrily aside and flew at his opponent again. "I'll show you, you danged dog!" he cursed exultantly as the Ground Hog went down before him, "I'll show you how to run out on me! Come on, you big stiff, and if I don't make you holler quit you can have every dollar you stole!" "Hey, what's the matter, Big Boy? What's going on here?" demanded Bunker of the blond young giant. "I thought you fellers were pardners." "Pardners, hell!" spat Big Boy, whose mouth was beginning to bleed. "He robbed me of all my money. We won eight hundred dollars in the drilling contest at Globe and he collected the stakes and beat it!" "You're a liar!" retorted the Ground Hog standing sullenly on his guard, and once more Big Boy went after him. They roughed it back and forth, neither seeking to avoid the blows but swinging with all their might; until at last the Ground Hog landed a mighty smash that knocked his opponent to the ground. "Now lay there," he jeered, and, stepping over to one side, he picked up a purse from the ground.