im as a foreman,
rather than as one of the Family, and he resented it. "If I'd sent
somebody else with him, the outfit would probably be out two horses,
instead of one--and there'd be two men under the bed-wagon with their
hats and coats missing."

Pink's eyes, under their heavy fringe of curled lashes, turned
ominously purple. "With all due respect to you, Mr. Bennett, I'd like
to have you explain--"

A horseman rode quietly up to them from behind a thicket of
choke-cherry bushes. Pink, catching sight of him first, stopped short
off and stared.

"Hello, boys," greeted the new-comer gaily. "How's everything? Mamma!
it's good to get amongst white folks again."

The Happy Family rose up as one man and stared fixedly; not one of them
spoke, or moved. Pink was the first to recover.

"Well--I'll be--damned!"

"Yuh sure will, Cadwolloper, if yuh don't let down them pretty lashes
and quit gawping. What the dickens ails you fellows, anyhow? Is--is
my hat on crooked, or--or anything?"

"Weary, by all that's good!" murmured Chip, dazedly.

Weary swung a long leg over the back of Glory and came to earth.
"Say," he began in the sunny, drawly voice that was good to hear,
"what's the joke?"

The Happy Family sat down again and looked queerly at one another.

Happy Jack glanced furtively at a long figure in the grass near by, and
then, unhappily, at Weary.

"It's him, all right," he blurted solemnly. "They're both him!"

The Happy Family snickered hysterically.

Weary took a long step and confronted Happy Jack. "I'm both him, am
I?" he repeated mockingly. "Mamma, but you're a lucid cuss!" He
turned and regarded the stunned Family judicially.

"If there's any of it left," he hinted sweetly, "I wouldn't mind taking
a jolt myself; but from the looks, and the actions, yuh must have got
away with at least two gallons!"

"Oh, we can give you a jolt, I guess," Chip retorted dryly. "Just step
this way."

Weary, wondering a bit at the tone of him, followed; at his heels came
the perturbed Happy Family. Chip stooped and turned the sleeping one
over on his back; the sleeper opened his eyes and blinked questioningly
up at the huddle of bent faces.

The astonished, blue eyes of Weary met the quizzical blue eyes of his
other self. He leaned against the wagon wheel.

"Oh, mamma!" he said, weakly.

His other self sat up and looked around, felt for his hat, saw that it
was gone, and reached mechanically for his