And his ghost was crossin’ Kansas when I reached Salt Lake!
It was pay day—oh, ba-bay!
It was pay day when I reached Salt Lake!”
“Halfaman,” came Wing o’ the Crow’s voice, “quit fussin’ with them ole mules and come in to supper. Ever’thing’s gettin’ cold.”
“Why, hello there, Miss Wing o’ the Crow Jeddo! How’s every inconsequential odd and end? Comin’ right now, Apple Blossoms! Say, by the way, I got somethin’ to tell you.”
“What?”
“Slip us a little kiss. I thank you kindly, ma’am. It was one large day when the railroad hit Squawtooth. Was it? The answer is yes. Get yer head outa that feed box, Abihu!”
Falcon the Flunky slipped his arm about Manzanita’s waist, and together they started back over the darkening desert toward Squawtooth, a twinkling light in the blackness.
“They don’t need us; we’ll not disturb them to-night,” said the general manager of Demarest, Spruce & Tillou. “The begatter is right—good old pal! It was one large day when the railroad hit Squawtooth.”
THE END.