The proffered smoke brought a wrinkling of amazed delight into the face of Ephraim and his withered hand stretched tentatively forth. Jacob forestalled him with a cry and snatched the cigarette from the open palm of Connor. He held it in both his cupped hands. "Tobacco--again!" He turned to Ephraim. "I have not forgotten!" Ephraim had folded his arms with dignity, and now he turned a reproving glance upon his companion. "Is it permitted?" he asked coldly. The joy went out of the face of Jacob. "What harm?" "Is it permitted?" insisted Ephraim. "He will not ask," argued Jacob dubiously. "He knows without asking." At this, very slowly and unwillingly, Jacob put the cigarette back into the hand of Ben Connor. A dozen curious questions came into the mind of the gambler, but he decided wisely to change the subject. "The boss gives you orders not to leave, eh?" he went on. "Not a step outside the gate? What's the idea?" "This thing was true in the time of the old masters. Only Joseph can leave the valley," Ephraim answered. "And you don't know why no one is allowed inside the valley?" "I have never asked," said Ephraim. Connor smoked fiercely, peering into the fire. "Well," he said at length, "you see my troubles? I can't get into the valley to rest up. I have to turn around and try to cross those mountains." "Yes," nodded Ephraim. "But the horse and mule will never make it over the rocks. I'll have to leave them behind or stay and starve with them." "That is true." "Rather than do that," said Connor, fencing for an opening, "I'd leave the poor devils here to live in the valley." "That cannot be. No animals are allowed to enter." "What? You'd allow this pair to die at the gate of the valley?" "No; I should lead them first into the mountains." "This is incredible! But I tell you, this horse is my friend--I can't desert him!" He fumbled in his coat pocket and then stretched out his hand toward the chestnut; the horse hobbled a few steps nearer and nosed the palm of it expectantly. "So!" muttered Ephraim, and shaded his eyes with his hand to look. He settled back and said in a different voice: "The horse loves you; it is said." "I put the matter squarely up to you," said Connor. "You see how I stand. Give me your advice!" Ephraim protested. "No, no! I cannot advise you. I know nothing of what goes on out yonder. Nevertheless--" He broke off, for Connor was lighting another cigarette from the butt of the first one, and Ephraim paused to watch, nodding with a sort of vicarious pleasure as he saw Connor inhale deeply and then blow out a thin drift of smoke. "You were about to say something else when I lighted this." "Yes, I was about to say that I could not advise you, but I can send to Joseph. He is near us now." "By all means send to Joseph." "Jacob," ordered the keeper of the gate, "go to Joseph and tell him what has happened."