as I have, you'll know that means something."

In the meantime, Scott, Hard, and the train gang, going down to the corral
to investigate, found Miller lying as Pachuca had left him, in the middle
of the road. He was regaining consciousness as they came along, and did
not seem to be badly hurt, the knife having entered the fleshy part of the
arm near the shoulder.

"Serves me damn right, bein' so slow with my gun," he said. "I suppose the
guy got away?"

"Oh, yes, he got away!" muttered Scott, as they helped Miller to bed.
"That's the kind of luck we're playing in just now around here."

Breakfast next morning was not a particularly cheerful meal. Adams was
still in bed, and Williams was feverish and cross. Miller seemed little
the worse for his accident, but he was blue; he had been particularly
attached to the dog and felt its death more than his own misadventure.

"Blankets, canned goods, saddles--everything they could grab," muttered
Williams, resentfully. "Nice condition to be in with a revolution
looming."

"Not looming, loomed," said O'Grady, cheerfully.

"Wish I could get hold of an _Omaha Bee_," murmured Johnson. "I never
somehow feel like I had a grip on a situation till I've seen my home
paper."

"I think I'll ride over to Casa Grande this morning and get the doctor,"
said Hard. "That leg of Jimmy's needs advice."

"I'll go with you." Scott looked at Polly. "Want to go?" he said; then as
she hesitated, he looked at her penitently, smiling as Scott did not often
smile, and whispered: "Please do!"

"How mean of him! He knows I'm dying to. How's anybody going to stay mad
when they want to do things?" said the girl to herself.

"It's too far for her," objected Mrs. Van.

"We'll send the Chink back," said Scott, persuasively, "and we'll stay all
night with Herrick. We'll make him play for you," he added, as Polly
smiled in spite of herself. "Will you go?"

"She must," said Hard. "It's her last chance to see the country." And so
the matter was settled.

"That Chink'll ride the whole twenty miles on a dead run--he'll be here to
dinner," said Matt. "Ever see a Chinaman ride?"

"He'll ride his own horse, then," replied Scott, as he left the room.
"Perhaps we'll bring Herrick back with us, Mrs. Van."

"He won't leave that piano of his," prophesied Mrs. Van Zandt. "No more
than a mother'd leave her baby when there was danger around."

It was ten o'clock when the three riders started on their trip, Sc