"What's the old tough gaoled for this time?"
"Not that. He seems to have been having a scrapping match with a grizzly bear, but I haven't heard if he'll live."
"Poor devil! Any other news?"
"Oh yes, that Tenderfoot of yours is making the fur fly."
"What fur?—the Burrows girl?"
"Yes; they're to be married before the month end, according to the Lunatic. By the way, I've got something of yours. She asked me to hand it over if I met you. Here."
A Mounted Police button dropped into La Mancha's hand, but he said nothing.
"The bush fires are bad this fall on the upper Kootenay."
"Yes, and on the Mooyie. Bitt's was burned out last week."
"Serve him right for a good-for-nothing greaser. Well, I must be getting home. Long day to-morrow. Kind regards to the boys. Good-night, old chap."