He was within sight of the little cow-town when he met Frank Lewis, but recently returned from a cattle drive. Exchanging gossip of a harmless nature, Skinny mildly scored his missing friend and complained about his flea-like ability to get scarce. Lewis, laughing, told him that Lanky had left town two days before bound north. Skinny gravely explained that he always had to look after his missing friend, who was childish, irresponsible and helpless when alone. Lewis laughed heartily as he pictured the absent puncher, and he laughed harder as he pictured the two together. Both lean as bean poles, Skinny stood six feet four, while Lanky was fortunate if he topped five feet by many inches. Also they were inseparable, which made Lewis ask a question. "But how does it come you ain’t with him?" "Well, we was punchin’ down south an’ has a li’l run-in. When I rid in that night I found he had flitted. What I want to know is what business has he got, siftin’ out like that an’ makin’ me chase after him?" "I dunno," replied Lewis, amused. "You ’re sort of gardjean to him, hey?" "Well, he gets sort of homesick if I ain’t with him, anyhow," replied Skinny, grinning broadly. "An’ who ’s goin’ to look after him when I ain’t around?" "That puts me up a tree," replied Lewis. "I shore can’t guess. But you two should ought to ’a’ been stuck together, like them other twins was. But if he ’d do a thing like that I ’d think you would n’t waste no time on him." "Well, he _is_ too ornery an’ downright cussed for any human bein’ to worry about very much, or ’sociate with steady an’ reg’lar. Why, lookit him gettin’ sore on me, an’ for nothin’! But I ’m so used to bein’ abused I get sort of lost when he ain’t around." "Well," smiled Lewis, "he’s went up north to punch for Buck Peters on his li’l ranch on Snake Creek. If you want to go after him, this is th’ way I told him to go," and he gave instructions hopelessly inadequate to anyone not a plainsman. Skinny nodded, irritated by what he regarded as the other’s painful and unnecessary details and wheeled to ride on. He had started for town when Lewis stopped him with a word. "Hey," he called. Skinny drew rein and looked around. "Better ride in cautious like," Lewis remarked, casually. "Somebody was in town when I left—he shore was thirsty. He ain’t drinkin’ a drop, which has riled him considerable. So-long." "Huh!" grunted Skinny. "Much obliged. That’s one of th’ reasons I ’m goin’ to town," and he started forward again, tight-lipped and grim.