ed from Phoenix. He
entered the house, kicked off his leather chaps, tossed his spurs into
a corner, and made a bed of his saddle-blankets and saddle. "I'll be
starting early," he said as he drew off his boots. "What are you
intending to do next?"

"Me? Well, I ain't got no plans. Beat it back to Antelope, I guess.
Say, mister, do you think my pal was your brother?"

"I don't know. From your description I should say so. See here. I
don't know you, but I need a cook. The Concho is thirty miles in. I'm
headed the other way, but if you are game to walk it, I'll see if I can
use you."

"Me! You ain't givin' me another josh, be you?"

"Never a josh. You won't think so when you get to punchin' dough for
fifteen hungry cowboys. Want to try it?"

"Say, mister, I'm just comin' to. A guy told me in Antelope that they
was a John Corliss--only he said Jack--what was needin' a cook. Just
thunk of it, seein' as I was thinkin' of Billy most ever since I met
you. Are you the one?"

"Guess I am," said Corliss, smiling. "It's up to you."

"Say, mister, that listens like home more'n anything I heard since I
was a kid. I can sure cook, but I ain't no rider."

"How long would it take you to foot it to the Concho?"

"Oh, travelin' easy, say 'bout eight hours."

"Don't see that you need a horse, then, even if there was one handy."

"Nope. I don't need no horse. All I need is a job."

"All right. You'd have to travel thirty miles either way--to get out
of here. I won't be there, but you can tell my foreman, Bud Shoop,
that I sent you in."

"And I'll jest be tellin' him that 'bout twelve, to-morrow. I sure
wisht Billy was here. He'd sure be glad to know his ole pal was
cookin' for his brother. Me for the shavin's. And say, thanks,
pardner. Reckon they ain't all jokers in Arizona."

"No. There are a few that can't make or take one," said Corliss.
"Hope you'll make the ranch all right."

"I'm there! Next to cookin' and writin' po'try, walkin' is me long
suit."

CHAPTER IV

PIE; AND SEPTEMBER MORN

When a Westerner, a native-born son of the outlands, likes a man, he
likes him. That is all there is to it. His horses, blankets, money,
provender, and even his saddle are at his friend's disposal. If the
friend prove worthy,--and your Westerner is shrewd,--a lifelong
friendship is the result. If the friend prove unworthy, it is well for
him to seek other latitudes, for the average man of th