"Yo ’re on, fur ’s I ’m concerned. I ’ll have to speak to th’ boys about it, first. Well, I ’m goin’ to turn in. You ride Brazo’s an’ yore own range for th’ next couple of days. Good night." Jimmy arose and sauntered carelessly to the door, watched the Boss enter his own house, and then sat down on the wash bench and gazed contentedly across the moonlit range. "Gosh," he laughed as he went over his story of the beautiful girl with the high ideals. "I ’m gettin’ to be a sumptuous liar, I am. It comes so easy I gotta look out or I’ll get th’ habit. I’d do mor’n lie, too, to get my gun back, all right." He stretched ecstatically and then sat up straight. The Boss was coming toward him and something in his hand glittered in the soft moonlight as it swung back and forth. "Forget somethin’?" called Jimmy. "You better stop watchin’ th’ moonlight," laughed the Boss as he drew near. "That’s a bad sign—’specially while that gal’s waitin’ for you. Here’s yore gun an’ belt—I reckoned mebby you might need it." Jimmy chuckled as he took the weapon. "I ain’t so shore ’bout needin’ it, but I was plumb lost without it. Kept feelin’ for it all th’ time an’ it was gettin’ on my nerves." He weighed it critically and spun the cylinder, carelessly feeling for the lead in the chambers as the cylinder stopped. Every one was loaded and a thrill of fierce joy surged over him. But he was suspicious—the offer was too quick and transparent. Slipping on the belt he let the gun slide into the blackened holster and grinned up at the Boss. "Much obliged. It feels right, now." He drew the Colt again and emptied the cartridges into his hand. "Them ’s th’ only pills as will cure troubles a doctor can’t touch," he observed, holding one up close to his face and shaking it at the smiling Boss in the way of emphasis. His quick ear caught the sound he strained to hear, the soft swish inside the shell. "Them ’s Law in this country," he soliloquized as he slid the tested shell in one particular chamber and filled all the others. "Yessir," he remarked as the cylinder slowly revolved until he had counted the right number of clicks and knew that the tested shell was in the right place. "Yessir, them’s The Law." The soft moonlight suddenly kissed the leveled barrel and showed the determination that marked the youthful face behind it. "An’ it shore works both ways, Boss," he said harshly. "Put up yore paws!" As the Boss leaped forward the hammer fell and caused a faint, cap-like report. Then the stars streamed across Jimmy’s vision and became blotted out by an inky-black curtain that suddenly enveloped him. The Boss picked up the gun and, tossing it on the bench, waited for the prostrate youth to regain his senses.