he’d never have anything to fear from me. A man is a man, regardless of any complications he may have with sheep or railroad trains. Now you know where I stand.’
“Ogden looks black as camp-coffee for nine seconds, and then he laughs, amused.
“‘You’ll do, Saint Clair,’ says he. ‘If I was Black Bill I wouldn’t be afraid to trust you. Let’s have a game or two of seven-up to-night. That is, if you don’t mind playing with a train-robber.’
“‘I’ve told you,’ says I, ‘my oral sentiments, and there’s no strings to ’em.’
“While I was shuffling after the first hand, I asks Ogden, as if the idea was a kind of a casualty, where he was from.
“‘Oh,’ says he, ‘from the Mississippi Valley.’
“‘That’s a nice little place,’ says I. ‘I’ve often stopped over there. But didn’t you find the sheets a little damp and the food poor! Now, I hail,’ says I, ‘from the Pacific Slope. Ever put up there?’
“‘Too draughty,’ says Ogden. ‘But if you’re ever in the Middle West just mention my name, and you’ll get foot-warmers and dripped coffee.’
“‘Well,’ says I, ‘I wasn’t exactly fishing for your private telephone number and the middle
