Wallie clenched his hands and shook himself free of Pinkey's arm while his tense voice rang out above the clatter and crash of the storm: "I'm not licked! I _won't_ be licked! _I'm going to stick, somehow!_ And what's more," he turned to Pinkey fiercely, "if you don't stop calling me 'Gentle Annie,' I'll knock your block off!" Pinkey looked at him with his pale, humorous eyes and beamed approvingly. CHAPTER XIV LIFTING A CACHE The Prouty barber lathering the face of a customer, after the manner of a man whitewashing a chicken coop, paused on an upward stroke to listen. Then he stepped to the door, looked down the street, and nodded in confirmation. After which he returned, laid down his brush, and pinned on a nickel badge, which act transformed him into the town constable. The patron in the chair, a travelling salesman, watched the pantomime with interest. "One moment, please." The barber-officer excused himself and stepped out to the edge of the sidewalk, where he awaited the approach of a pair on horseback who were making the welkin ring with a time-honoured ballad of the country: I'm a howler from the prairies of the West. If you want to die with terror, look at me. I'm chain-lightnin'---- As they came abreast the constable held out his hand and the pair automatically laid six-shooters in it and went on without stopping in their song: --if I ain't, may I be blessed. I'm a snorter of the boundless, lone prairee. Other citizens than the barber recognized the voices, and frowned or smiled as happened, among whom was Mr. Tucker repairing a sofa in the rear of his "Second-Hand Store." Returning, the constable laid the six-shooters on the shelf among the shaving mugs and removed his badge. "Who's that?" inquired the patron, since the barber offered no explanation. "Oh, them toughs--'Gentle Annie' Macpherson and 'Pinkey' Fripp," was the answer in a wearied tone. "I hate to see 'em come to town." The pair continued to warble on their way to the livery barn on a side street: I'm the double-jawed hyena from the East. I'm the blazing, bloody blizzard of the States. I'm the celebrated slugger---- The song stopped as Pinkey asked: "Shall we work together or separate?" To this mysterious question Wallie replied: "Let's try it together first." After attending personally to the matter of feeding their horses oats, the two set forth with the air of having a definite purpose. Their subsequent actions confirmed it, for they approached divers persons of their acquaintance as if they had business of a confidential nature. The invariable result of these mysterious negotiations, however, was a negative shake of the head. After another obvious failure Pinkey said gloomily: "If I put in half the time and thought trying to be a Senator that I do figgerin' how to git a bottle, I'd be elected." Wallie replied hopefully: "Something may turn up yet."