Around he went once more, then seeing the gate open, he rushed out, knocking Ozzie B. over into the dust, and when the crowd rushed out, nothing could be seen except a cloud of dust going down the village street, in the hind most cloud of it a pair of little red coat tails flapping in the breeze. Then the little red coat tails suddenly dropped out of the cloud of dust and came running back up the road to meet its master. Jud watched the vanishing cloud of dust going toward the distant mountains. "My God--not Bonaparte--not the champion," he said. Billy stood also looking with big Dutch tears in his eyes. He watched the cloud of dust go over the distant hills. Then he waved his hand sadly-- "Goot-pye, mine bac'n!" The monkey came up grinning triumphantly. Thinking he had done something worthy of a penny, he added to Billy Buch's woe by taking off his comical cap and passing it around for a collection. He was honest in it, but the crowd took it as irony, and amid their laughter Jud and Billy slipped away. Uncle Billy, the stake-holder, in handing the money over to the Italian, remarked: "Wal, it don't look so much ag'in nachur now, after all." "Breens uppa dar"--smiled the Italian as he put ten eagles into Archie B.'s hand. All of which made Archie B. vain, for the crowd now cheered him as they had jeered before. "Come, let's go, Ozzie B.," he said. "They ain't no man livin' can stand too much heroism." CHAPTER XXV A BORN NATURALIST Archie B. trotted off, striking a path leading through the wood. It was a near cut to the log school house which stood in an old field, partly grown up in scrub-oaks and bushes. Down in the wood, on a clean bar where a mountain stream had made a bed of white sand, he stopped, pulled off his coat, counted his gold again with eyes which scarcely believed it yet, and then turned handsprings over and over in the white sand. This relieved him of much of the suppressed steam which had been under pressure for two hours. Then he sat down on a log and counted once more his gold. Ozzie B., pious, and now doubly so at sight of his brother's wealth, stood looking over his shoulder: "It was the good Lord done it," he whispered reverently, as he stood and looked longingly at the gold. "Of course, but I helped at the right time, that's the way the Lord does everything here." Then Archie B. went down into his coat pocket and brought out a hollow rubber ball, with a small hole in one end. Ozzie B. recognized his brother's battery of Gypsy Juice. "How--when, oh, Archie B.!" "-S-h-h--Ozzie B. It don't pay to show yo' hand even after you've won--the other feller might remember it nex' time. 'Taint good business sense. But I pumped it into Bonaparte at the right time when he was goin' round an' round an' undecided whether he'd take holt or git. This settled him--he got. The Lord was on the monkey's side, of course, but He needed Gypsy Juice at the right time."