"Windsor’s got a h--l of a way of welcomin’ strangers," he said. "You’ll have a different kind of a kick to make tomorrow night, for you’ll be eatin’ sand. I play poker when I feel like it: just now I don’t feel like it. I’ll say good night." "Ha-ha-ha!" shouted Williams. "He don’t feel like it, boys! Ha-ha-ha!" Tex stopped, turned swiftly, pulled out a roll of bills that was a credit to his country and slammed it on the table, reaching for the scattered deck. "Mebby you feel like puttin’ up seven hundred dollars ag’in’ mine, one cut, th’ highest card, to take both piles? Ha-ha-ha!" he mimicked. "Here’s action if that’s what yo’re lookin’ for!" Williams’ face turned a deep red and he cursed under his breath. "That’s a baby game: I said poker!" he retorted, making no effort to get nearer to the table. "That’s mebby why I picked it," snapped Tex, stuffing the roll back into his pocked. "You can wait till tomorrow night for poker." Turning his back on the wrathful Williams and the open-mouthed audience, he yawned again, muttered something to express his adieus, and clomped heavily and slowly up the stairs, his body shaking with repressed laughter; and when he fell asleep a few minutes later there was a placid smile on his clean-shaven face. *CHAPTER IV* *A CROWDED DAY* After a late breakfast about noon Tex got the gunny sack, threw it over his shoulder and went to the Mecca, nodding to the proprietor in a spirit of good-will and cheerfulness. Bud Haines did not appear to be about. "I come in to see about that cayuse," he said. "Where’ll I find it?" "Go down to th’ stable an’ see John," growled Williams. "You’ll find it next to Carney’s saloon, across th’ street. Got rested up yet?" The question was not pleasantly asked. Tex threw the sack over the other shoulder, hunched it to a more comfortable position, and grinned sheepishly. "Purty near, I reckon; anyhow, I got over my grouch. I was shore peevish last night; but th’ railroad’s to blame for that. They say they are necessary, an’ great blessin’s; but I ain’t so shore about it. Outside of my personal grudge ag’in’ ’em, I’m sore because they’ve shore played th’ devil with th’ range. Cut it all up--an’ there ain’t no more pickin’ along th’ old trails no more, like there once was. I don’t reckon punchers has got any reason to love ’em a whole lot." Williams flashed him a keen look and slowly nodded. "Yo’re right: look at what they’ve done to this town. We ain’t seen no real money since they came." Tex shifted the sack again. "Everybody had money in them days," he growled. "If a feller went busted along th’ trails he allus could pick up a few dollars, if he had a good cayuse an’ a little nerve. Why, among them hills--but that ain’t concernin’ us no more, I reckon." He shook his head sadly. "What’s gone is gone. Reckon I’ll go look at that cayuse. You ain’t got no letter for me yet, have you?"