"Very," replied the bartender. This made the twenty-third time he had said that word in reply to this undoubted statement of fact since morning. He did not know that his companion had used it because it was colorless and would stamp him, sub-consciously, as being no different from the common human herd in town. "Hottest summer since last year," said the bartender, also for the twenty-third time. He grinned expectantly. Tex turned the remark over in his mind and laughed suddenly, explosively. "That’s a good un! Cussed if it didn’t nearly get past me! ’Hottest summer since last year!’ Ha-ha-ha! Cuss it, it is good!" He was on the proper track to make a friend of the second man he had met. "Have another cigar," he urged. Good-will and admiration shone on his face. "Gosh! Have to spring that un on th’ boys! Ha-ha-ha!" "Better spring it before fall--it might not last through th’ winter, though some’r tougher’n others," rejoined the bartender, his grin threatening to inconvenience his ears. Tex choked and coughed up some of the liquor, the tears starting from his eyes. He had meant it for an imitation choke, but misjudged. Coughing and laughing at once he hung onto the bar by his elbows and writhed from side to side. "Gosh! You oughter--warn a fel--ler!" he reproved. "How’d’y think of ’em like that?" "Come easy, somehow," chuckled the pleased dispenser of liquor. "Stayin’ in town long?" he asked. "Cussed if I know," frankly answered Tex. He became candid and confidential. "Expectin’ a letter, an’ I can’t leave till it comes. Where’s th’ post office? Yeah? Guess I can find it, then. Reckon I’ll drift along an’ see if there’s anythin’ come in for me. See you tonight." Crossing the street he sauntered along it until he came to the building which sheltered the post office, and he stopped, regarded the sign over its door with open approval, and then gravely salaamed. "’Williams’s Mecca,’" he read. "Sign painters are usually generous with their esses. Wonder why? Must be a secret sign of th’ guild. Why are monument works usually called ’monumental’? Huh: Wonder if it is th’ same Williams? If it is, where did he ever hear of ’Mecca’?" It was a refreshing change from the names so common to stores in towns of this kind and size. "An’ cussed if it ain’t appropriate, too!" he muttered. "In a place like this what could more deserve that name than the general store and post office, unless it be the saloons, hotels, and gambling houses?" He started for the door, eager to see whom he would meet. A burly, dark-visaged individual looked up at his entry. He would have been amazed had he known that a score of years had slipped from him and that he was a callow, furtive-eyed man in his early twenties, cringing in a corner with his present visitor standing contemptuously over him and daring him to get up again.