"Well, Whiskey Jeff had one, a’right. An’ he shore keeps her a-talkin’, too. Ain’t it a cussed funny thing that a feller that’s got a hardboiled face like his’n would go an’ tote a lookin’ glass around with him? We never done reckoned he was that vain." Bill shook his head and gave it up. He glanced above him at the ledge and started for it as Jimmy pushed up to him through the little crowd. "Hello, Kid," Bill smiled. "Come on up an’ help me get her down," he invited. Jimmy shook his head and refused. "Ah, what’s th’ use? She ’ll only gimme h—l for handin’ her that blamed Greaser lie," he snapped. "An’ you can do it alone—didn’t you tote her up th’ cussed wall?" It had been a long-range view, but Jimmy had seen it, just the same, and resented it. Bill turned and looked at him. "Well, I ’m cussed!" he muttered, and forthwith climbed the wall. A few minutes later he stuck his head over the rim of the ledge and looked down upon a good-natured crowd that lounged in the shadow of the wall and told each other all about it. Jimmy was the important center of interest and he was flushed with pride. It would take a great deal to make him cut short his hour of triumph and take him away from the admiring circle that hedged him in and listened intently to his words. "Yessir, by G—d," he was saying, "just then I looks over th’ top of a li’l hill an’ what I sees makes me duck a-plenty. There was a dozen of ’em, stringin’ south. I knowed they ’d shore hit that—" "Hey, Kid," said a humorous voice from above. Jimmy glanced up, vexed at the interruption. "Well, what?" he growled. Bill grinned down at him in a manner that bid fair to destroy the dignity that Jimmy had striven so hard to build up. "She says all right for you. She ’s done let you down easy for that whoppin’ big Greaser lie you went an’ spun her. She wants to know ain’t you comin’ up so she can talk to you? How about it?" "Go on, Kid," urged a low and friendly voice at his elbow. "Betcha!" grinned another. "Wish it was me! I done seen her in Logan." Jimmy loosed a throbbing phrase, but obeyed, whereat Bill withdrew his grinning face from the sight of the grinning faces below. "He ’s comin’ ma’am; but he’s shore plumb bashful." He looked down the canyon and laughed. "There they go to get Purdy off ’n his perch. I ’m natchurally goin’ to lick anybody as tries to thrash that man," he muttered, glancing at George as he passed Jimmy on the ledge. George grinned and shook his head. "I ’m going to give him the spree of his sinful, long life," he promised, thoughtfully. Far to the west, silhouetted for a moment against the crimson sunset, appeared a row of mounted figures. It looked long and searchingly at the mesa and slowly disappeared from view. Bill saw it and pointed it out to Lefty Dickinson. "There ’s th’ other eight," he said, smiling cheerfully. "If it was n’t for Whiskey Jeff’s lookin’ glass that eight ’d mean a whole lot to us. We ’ve had the luck of fools!"