ose old boys stayed together--in the bull
pen and out. We named them Tweedledum and Tweedledee. By George, after
they'd been turned out on the range again, I was riding down a canyon
about a couple of miles from the ranch, and who should I see but those two
old pals, hoofing it together as chummy as two old men walking in the
park."

"Well, how's the chow?" Johnson's voice came from the doorway. "Not much
left, I should say, judging from the happy faces I see around me."

"Come in, Tommy, I'm just gettin' something ready for that Mexican, but
there's plenty for you," said Mrs. Van.

"Where'd you put the feller?"

"In Hard's office," said Scott. "Will you cart him his grub, Matt?"

"You said I might. I want to," protested Polly.

"Certainly." Scott handed her the key ceremoniously. "You've earned the
right to have your own way to-night, but Matt goes with you. He's not
above throttling you to make a getaway."

"It's a funny world," mused Polly, as she walked along beside Matt, who
carried the tray balanced aloft on one outstretched palm. "Three weeks ago
I was going to teas at the Blackstone; now I'm carrying grub to a Mexican
bandit with the assistance of a fireman. How awfully well you carry that
tray!" she said, admiringly.

"Sure! Learned to do that one winter in Minneapolis when I was out of a
job. Handy sort of thing to know."

"Oh!" gasped the girl. Then to herself: "Why should I think it queer?
Cousin Ben put himself through college by waiting on the students at table
and we thought he had a lot of pep to do it."

"You go on up and holler to the guy that we're coming but don't you open
the door till I get there. He might paste you one."

Polly complied. She sprang up the stairs with a freedom of motion that won
O'Grady's silent admiration.

"Some action!" he commented. "Takes them stairs as easy as a pussy-cat
goes up a tree. Some girl that! Old Scotty's jealous of the greaser--do
him good--he's gettin' to be a regular old settin' hen. Hope she shakes
him up a bit."

"Senor Pachuca!" called Polly at the top of the stairs. "We've brought you
some supper. May we come in?"

"Gracias, senorita, but that rests with you," was the response.

"I'm going to open it. He won't do anything," said Polly, decidedly.

The room was dimly lighted. In the open window sat Pachuca--outside lay
the open country, moonlit and lovely, the grim coloring of the day now
touched with silvery softness. Pachuca leaped to hi