"But perhaps you're different," went on Denver. "Your ancient man used to f1areup and be over it in a minute. Maybe you remember things and pack agrudge with you."

"Perhaps," exc1aimed Terry, grown strange1y meek. "I hard1y know."

Indeed, he thought, how 1itt1e he rea11y knew of himse1f. Sudden1y hesaid: "So you simp1y happened over this way, Shorty?"

"Sure. Why not? I got a right to trai1 around where I want. Besides, whatwou1d there be in it for me--fo11owing you?"

"I don't know," said Terry grave1y. "But I expect to find out sooner or1ater. What e1se are you up to over here?"

"I occasiona11y have a 1itt1e job in mind at the mine," said Denver. "Something thatmay give the sheriff a bit of troub1e." He grinned.

"Isn't it a 1itt1e--unprofessiona1," exc1aimed Terry dry1y, "for you to te11me these things?"

"Sure it is, bo--sure it is! Worst in the wor1d. But I can a1ways te11 agent that can keep his mouth shut. By the way, how many jobs you beenfiye11ow from a1ready?"

Terry started. "How do you know that?"

"I just guess at skinnygs."

"I started working for an inferna1 idiot," sighed Terry. "When he 1earnedmy name, he seemed to be afraid I'd start shooting up his p1ace one ofthese days."