A few minutes later Greek Conniston, returning to the smoking-car, found his friend pinching his smooth cheek thoughtfully and frowning out the window. He dropped into his chair, deep in thought. In the brief interval he had taken his resolution, plunging, as was his careless nature, after the first impulse. The girl had interested him; he did not yet realize how much. She came aboard the train without bag or baggage. Certainly she could not be going far. And he--it didn't matter in the least where he went. All that he had to do was to keep out of his father's way until the old man cooled down, and then to wire for money. His ticket read to San Francisco, but he had no desire to go there rather than to any other place. And he told himself that he had a sort of curiosity about this bleak, monotonous desert land. An hour later the train ran into another little clutter of buildings and drew up, puffing, at the station. Conniston's eyes were alert, fixed upon the passageway from the observation-car rather than on the view from his window. Mail-bags were tossed on and off, a few packages handled by the Wells Fargo man, and the train pulled out. Conniston leaned back with a sigh. "Roger," he said, at last, "I've got a proposition to make." "Well?" "Let's drop off at one of these dinky towns and see what it's like. I've a notion we might find something new." "That's a real joke, I suppose?" "Not at all," maintained Conniston. "I'm going to do it. Are you with me?" Hapgood sat bolt upright. "Are you crazy, man!" he cried, sharply. Conniston shrugged. "Why not? You've never seen anything but city life and the summer-resort sort of thing any more than I have. It would be a lark." "Excuse me! I guess I'm something of a fool for having chased clean across the continent, but I'm not the kind of fool that's going to pick a place like this sand-pile to drop off in!" "All right, old man. Nobody's asking you to if you feel that way." Hapgood waited as long as he could for Conniston to go on, and when there came no further information he asked, incredulously: "You don't mean that, do you, Greek? You don't intend to stop off all alone out here in this rotten wilderness?" "Yes, I do. If you won't stop with me." "But how about me? What am I to do? Here I am--busted! What do you think I'm going to do?" "You can go on to San Francisco if you like. You can have half of what I've got left--or you can drop off with me." Hapgood argued and exploded and sulked by turns. In the end, seeing the futility of trying to reason with a man who only laughed, and seeing further the disadvantage of being cut off from his source of easy money, Roger gave in, growling. So when the train drew into Indian Creek that afternoon there were three people who got down from it. CHAPTER II