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 one without crampin' him, and Instead of goin' to the asylum they sent him to the state senate."

Bowers laughed loudly to cover his annoyance at having bitten.

" It's come about queer, though," he said, " your knowin' him."

The stranger seemed to check an impulse to say some- thing further; instead, he volunteered to wipe the dishes.

" No, you go out and set in the shade — it's cooler."

The truth was. Bowers did not want the man in the wagon, for his first feeling of mistrust and antagonism had returned even stronger.

" That feller's liable to pick up somethin' and make off with it," he mused as the stranger obeyed without further urging. " I shore have saw them quare eyes of his somewhur. Maybe it'll come to me if I keep on thinkin'."

In the meanwhile the visitor dragged Bowers's saddle blanket into the shade of the wagon and stretched himself upon it. Pulling his hat over his eyes he soon was dozing.

Bowers, rattling the plates and pans inside the wagon, suddenly bethought himself of Mary. What was the lamb doing not to be about his feet begging for the condensed milk which he always prepared for it when his own meal was finished? He flirted the water from his hands and hung out of the doorway.

Mary, a few feet from the unconscious stranger, was regarding him with the gentle speculative look which Bowers knew to presage mischief. It was not difficult to interpret Mary's intentions, and Bowers was fully aware that it was his duty either to warn the sleeper or reprimand Mary. His eyes, however, had the fondness of a doting parent who takes a secret pride in his off-