The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-08-25
CoutinuedS
Copyright, 1914, by Houghton MifHin Go,

CContinuedS "Me? Listen! There's gold out there somewhere. I'm broke now. I need some dough. sot ideas. Ten dollars does it. 1 get a new set of clothes and get shaved and me hair trimmed close. Then I commence me good work in Main street, in Los. Down on North Main is where I catch the gent from the east who win fall for any thing that wears new hat and some outdoors complexion. tell all about my ledge in the Mojave and get staked to go out and prospcct. It's Dein' done every day-it and the other fella." But, Red"-
 'Hold on, kid. ain't goin' to bunk nobody, This here's square, need flnancin'-a burro and grubstake- and me for the big dry spot. Ship the outfit to the desert town, and then hit 1t along the rails to where we hid it. If the papers we hid Is any good me to locate the ledge. Anyhow, there's . good five hundred in the poke, and that's better than q kick" "You'n get pinched sure, Red"
 INK, kiddo Not out there. Money talks. Course it ain't makin' any dis tressin' scxnds around here jest now; but, say, got'the n,akin'sy"
 q amt saEoixed since I been here, Red."
 Excuse me. Miss Collie. What de nomination did you sayT
 D-1 vfy,t money"
 "What do they pay you for settan' on that cayuseT'
 "Fifteen a month and board and the horse to ride"
 Don't mention the hoss, pal Jest make motions with your hands when you mean him. TaIkin' Is apt to wake him up"
 For a moment tho boy gazed away to where the silver of the Southern Pacific rails giinted in the valley. Overland Reds presence brought back poiknantiy the long. Lazy days of loaf ing and the wide, starry nights of way side fre, tobacco and talk There was q charm in the fpee life of the road that long, gray road that never ended never ended In tho quiet shade of mountain ranch or dn;the fose boCdered pathway to a valley o0ttage- The long, gray road held out no prnm1se of rest for worn and agad 6olk- After,au, tts only freedom wn0 the freedom of 1ber- nal wandering wel ono could adven- ture no lonesF-and then? Better to tread tho harder path o6 dufJ.
 The boys black eyes were fftnd pleading1y. Red. he said 4esit1f1ng- ly, ~Red, I got to tek you tD-camp the other side of that line fWceiMH csme tomorr0y."
 Ove1zand understood fnst1nt1y that the Ind was but following s1nenl in- strutima. He loved tho boy and so pcrverseay worked upon his feelingA ->Oh. the other xide3 Ex-cRse me. chief, for 1ntrudin' on this here resaSa- ton. Sorry I'm crowdiR you SO"
 ~Now, Red, waff'-
 Wait? What, for you to dnsut your ole pal agnin by tazla1' him he might drink all the water in this here spE1ng, mebby, or tndooence the motais of the cattle, CT steal the wire of the fence? Huhi I thought was your paiT
 "Oh, Red, quit kiddin,- Don't you see got ocders7 l got orders"
 'You're gettin' civilized fast. an right. Tho first thing civ1iizatf0n does is to projooce hcbocs ard bums- Then she turns up hec nose because hOboes and buns atn't civilized Did you ever see a ma cat get mad because one oi her kittens was born wifhtsore eyes! I guess not Cats has,gUt sense- Now. what if don't indigndfy myseafst the extent of crawlin' under that line fenceT
 ~CourBe I'll bring you sfhe coan iu the mornin'. But if you don't go now why, got to quit this job I got t6 play square to him"
 "So it's orders or me, chT'
 "Yes, Red, and want to use yot right and be square too"
 Overland Red's beard hid 1.-the qufyel of his lips as he asked huskily: "Ant you would be comin' back on the roai with your ole pal again? You would give up the job and the chance of { smile from that little rose lady gir and flew the coop with me again if said the wordY
 Sure would. You come first ani the job comes second, but-but wan to keep the job"
 Brand Williams watched the mar and the boy aa they walked along the line fence trail together, Collie leading the pony, the man talking and gestic ulating earnestly. Finally they shooh hands. The tramp crawled under ths fence. The boy mounted Baldy and rode away.
 Williams, catching up his own horse spurred quickly across the ridge above the spring that the boy might not set him.
 CHAPTER VIII.
 A Celestial Enterprise.
 D ROAD avenues of feathery pep per trees, long driveways' be
 tween shadowy rows of the sol