help you, Mr. Weary, I will," he promised
generously.

"Will yuh be my friend? Will yuh let me lean on yuh in my dark hours?"
Weary's voice shook with emotion.

Pink said that he would, and he seemed very sympathetic and anxious for
Weary's safety. Several times during their shift Weary rode around to
where Pink was sitting uneasily his horse, and spoke feelingly of his
crime and the black trouble that loomed so closer and told Pink how
much comfort it was to be able to talk confidentially with a friend.

When Pink went out that night to stand his shift, he found Weary at his
side instead of Cal. Weary explained that Cal was feeling pretty bum
on account of that fall he had got, and, as Weary couldn't sleep,
anyway, he had offered to stand in Cal's place. Pink scented mischief.

This night the moon shone brightly at intervals, with patches of
silvery clouds racing before the wind and chasing black splotches of
shadows over the sleeping land. For all that, the cattle lay quiet,
and the monotony of circling the herd was often broken by Weary and
Pink with little talks, as they turned and rode together.

"Mr. Perkins, fate's a-crowding me close," said Weary gloomily, when an
hour had gone by. "I feel as if--what's that?"

Voices raised in excited talk came faintly and fitfully on the wind.
Weary turned his horse, with a glance toward the cattle, and, beckoning
Pink to follow, rode out to the right.

"It's the posse!" he hissed. "They'll go to the herd so look for me.
Mr. Perkins, the time has come to fly. If only I had a horse that
could drift!"

Pink thought he caught the meaning. "Is--is mine any good, Mr. Weary?"
he quavered. "If he is, you--you can have him. I--I'll stay and--and
fool them as--long as I can."

"Perkins," said Weary solemnly, "you're sure all right! Let that posse
think you're the man they want for half an hour, and I'm safe. I'll
never forget yuh!"

He had not thought of changing horses, but the temptation mastered him.
He was riding a little sorrel, Glory by name, that could beat even the
Happy Family itself for unexpected deviltry. Yielding to Pink's
persuasions, he changed mounts, clasped Pink's hand affectionately, and
sped away just as the posse appeared over a rise, riding furiously.

Pink, playing his part, started toward them, then wheeled and sped away
in the direction that would lead them off Weary's trail. That is, he
sped for ten rods or so. After that he seeme