"I am: what about it?" "I’m puttin’ up there," answered Tex. "If a letter comes for me, would you mind puttin’ it in yore pocket an’ bringin’ it over when you go there? It’ll save me from botherin’ you every day. Yore friend at th’ station said I’d find you right obligin’. An’ he knows a good ho-tel when he sees it. He sent me there." "That scut!" bellowed Williams, his face growing red. "You’ll come after yore own mail, my man; an’ you’ll do it polite. There ain’t no mail here for you. Good day!" "I’m patient an’ I can wait. I didn’t hardly expect to get any letter so quick, anyhow. After th’ recent experience of reasonin’ right from th’ wrong premises, however, I’ll not be a heap surprised if I get a letter on tomorrow’s train. Thank you kindly, sir. I bid you good day." "An’ mind you don’t call that cussed agent no friend of mine, th’ job stealer!" "Whatever you say; but, don’t forget to bring over that letter when it comes," sweetly replied Tex, and he carefully slammed the door as he went out. Going down the street he grinned expansively and snapped his fingers because of a strange elation. "Th’ old thief!" he muttered. "Heavier, more ill tempered, and downright autocratic--an’ how he has prospered! Regular, solid citizen, the bulwark of the commonwealth. An’ cussed if he ain’t got himself a bodyguard; a regular, no-mistake gunman with as mean an eye as any I ever saw. Of course, his brains have improved with the years, for they couldn’t go the other way and keep him out of an asylum. ’Muttonhead’ Williams! All right: once a sheep, always a sheep. I’m going to enjoy my stay in Windsor. Good Lord!" he exclaimed as a sudden fancy hit him. "Wouldn’t it be funny if the old fool has been working hard and saving hard all these years for his old enemy, Tex Ewalt? He always was crazy to play poker, and I got a notion to make it come true. Gosh, if a man ever was tempted, I’m tempted now! Muttonhead Williams, allus stuck on his poker playing. Get behind me, Satan!" *CHAPTER III* *TEMPTED ANEW* A hand bell, ringing thin and clamorous somewhere below caused Tex to gather up the cards with which for two hours he had been assiduously practicing shuffling, cutting, and dealing. Putting them away he washed his face and hands in the tin basin, combed his hair without slicking it with water, and went down to supper.