"All in good part, Bill, as you shall see; all in good part. Now before Mr. McCloud gives you his decision I want to be allowed a word. Your idea looks good to me. At first I may say it didn't. I am candid; I say it didn't. It looked like setting a dog to catch his own tail. Mind you, I don't say it can't be done. A dog _can_ catch his own tail; _they do do it_," proclaimed the stranger in a low and emphatic undertone. "But," he added, moderating his utterance, "when they succeed--who gets anything out of it but the dog?" Bill Dancing, somewhat clouded and not deeming it well to be drawn into any damaging admissions, looked around for a cigar, and not seeing one, looked solemnly at the new Solomon and stroked his beard. "That is how it looked to me at first," concluded the orator; "_but_, I say now it looks good to me, and as a stranger I may say I favor it." Dancing tried to look unconcerned and seemed disposed to be friendly. "What might be your line of business?" "Real estate. I am from Chicago. I sold everything that was for sale in Chicago and came out here to stake out the Spanish Sinks and the Great Salt Lake--yes. It's drying up and there's an immense opportunity for claims along the shore. I've been looking into it." "Into the claims or into the lake?" asked McCloud. "Into both; and, Mr. McCloud, I want to say I favor Mr. Dancing's idea, that's all. Right wrongs no man. Let Bill see Sinclair and see what they can figure out." And having spoken, the stranger sank back and tried to look comfortable. "I'll talk with you later about it, Bill," said McCloud briefly. "Meantime, Bill, see Sinclair and report," suggested the stranger. "It's as good as done," announced Dancing, taking up his hat, "and, Mr. McCloud, might I have a little advance for cigars and things?" "Cigars and ammunition--of course. See Sykes, William, see Sykes; if the office is closed go to his house--and see what will happen to you--" added the visitor in an aside, "and tell him to telephone up to Mr. McCloud for instruction," he concluded unceremoniously. "Now why do you want to start Bill on a fool business like that?" asked McCloud, as Bill Dancing took long steps from the room toward the office of Sykes, the cashier. "He didn't know me to-day, but he will to-morrow," said the stranger reflectively. "Gods, what I've seen that man go through in the days of the giants! Why, George, this will keep the boys talking, and they have to do something. Spend the money; the company is making it too fast anyway; they moved twenty-two thousand cars one day last week. Personally I'm glad to have a little fun out of it; it will be hell pure and undefiled long before we get through. This will be an easy way of letting Sinclair know I am here. Bill will report me confidentially to him as a suspicious personage."