"Well, gentlemen," said Young Wild West, "we have just dropped in here by accident, and I reckon if there's no objection we'll camp around here somewhere until morning. We are making a trip across the state, and we are going in a straight line as much as possible. What we happen to strike makes little difference to us; whether it is a mining camp or a desert. We are used to all kinds of traveling, and generally go prepared for anything." "Talks like he was someone what sorter knows all about things, eh, boys?" remarked the cowboy who had called out that the Chinaman was heading for the back door to get into the saloon. "Yes," answered one of his companions, while the other gave a nod. "Looks as neat as a pin, too, don't he?" went on the man, who evidently took it that our hero was a boy fond of showing off in an expensive costume, and that he did not amount to a great deal. "They all look neat," one of the others observed. "Them gals is sartinly worth lookin' at, ain't they? They've struck it rich somewhere, an' ther first big town they come ter they've bought new clothes. I reckon I kin judge things all right." "So you think you can judge pretty well, eh?" said Young Wild West, as he dismounted. "Well, what do you take me to be?" "A putty smart boy, who thinks it looks nice ter have his hair long, an' who likes ter put on lugs 'cause he's got some putty gals with him," answered the cowboy, after a slight pause. "So that is your opinion, is it?" "I reckon it is, young feller." "Well, don't you think a person has a right to wear good clothes if he can well afford it?" "Oh, yes. I ain't sayin' nothin' about that. But clothes don't make ther man--or boy, either. How long have you been West, Sonny?" "How long have you been West?" "About fifteen years, I reckon." "Well, I can beat you by three or four years, then. Anything more you would like to know?" "Oh, tell him ter dry up, Luke!" said the first speaker. "What's ther use of talkin' ter ther young dandy? Him an' ther other boy has hired ther man they've got with 'em ter take 'em around an' show 'em ther sights; an' they've, got ther man rigged out in buckskin an' fancy trimmin's, jest ter make 'em all attract attention. I'll bet I'm right on that!" He turned to our hero as he said this and acted as though he was sure he was right. "How much will you bet, you windy galoot?" As Young Wild West said this he drew a roll of bills from his pocket and showed it to the three cowboys. It was just then that the saloon-keeper appeared in the door, and behind him was the Chinaman who had sneaked in at the rear door of the shanty. "What's all this talk about, gents?" he asked. "I hear some putty loud talk, so there must be somethin' goin' on."