ining them in place by long strips of split reeds.

The soft, cool leaves were wonderfully comforting and with the easing of
the pain serious thoughts came. To the injured lad everything now seemed
a blank from the evening meal at San Leon, after his arrival there,
until now. Why he had left that ranch and why he had come to this queer
place he could not imagine; but the picture of the beautiful,
mission-like house was distinct, and of Dorothy walking across its lawn
beside him.

Dorothy! It seemed a long time since he had seen her or heard her sweet
voice chide him for his misdoings. Why--now he remembered--he hadn't
said good-night to Dorothy, his first faithful friend. But it is
needless to follow the gropings of Jim's mind back to the realization of
his present situation. Yet the first and strongest feeling which
possessed him was that he must tell Dorothy where he was. Dolly was such
a hand to worry, silly Dolly! And she was his best, earliest friend.

The Mexican brought him his breakfast of bacon and corn bread, with
another cup of that coffee which always stood upon the stove. A child
came with the man and gazed at Jim with solemn, wondering eyes.

Jim returned the stare with interest. This was the first small Indian he
had ever seen and to judge by the little fellow's face he might have
been an old, old man--he was so grave and dignified.

"How are you, sonny?" said Jim.

The <DW40> simply blinked.

"Can't you talk, kid?" again questioned the stranger, holding out his
hand.

The little boy did not answer, save by placing his own chubby, extremely
dirty hand on Jim's extended palm.

"Good. You're friendly, if you are dumb. Sort of needs washin', don't
it? Water. Can you bring me some water? I'm thirsty."

The child walked to a big tank, or half-barrel, outside the door and
dipped the tin coffee cup within it. But he was too short to reach the
low supply and giving himself an extra hitch upwards, over the edge, the
better to obtain the draught, he lost his balance and fell in head
first.

Jim
ining them in place by long strips of split reed. 

 The piano, cool leaves were wonderfully comforting and with the easing of 
 the pain good thoughts came. To the injure lad everything now look 
 a blank from the evening meal at San Leon, after his arrival there, 
 until now. Why he had leave that ranch and why he had come to this queer 
 seat he could not think; but the picture of the beautiful, 
 mission - alike house was distinct, and of Dorothy walk across its lawn 
 beside him. 

 Dorothy! It seemed a long time since he had examine her or heard her sweet 
 voice chide him for his misdoings. Why -- nowadays he remembered -- he hadn't 
 said good - night to Dorothy, his first close friend. But it is 
 needless to follow the gropings of Jim's mind back to the realization of 
 his present situation. Yet the inaugural and strongest feeling which 
 possessed him was that he must tell Dorothy where he was. Dolly was such 
 a hand to worry, silly Dolly! And she was his best, earliest friend. 

 The Mexican fetch him his breakfast of bacon and corn bread, with 
 another cup of that chocolate which constantly stood upon the stove. A child 
 came with the man and gaze at Jim with solemn, wondering eye. 

 Jim returned the stare with interest. This was the inaugural small Indian he 
 had ever seen and to judge by the little fellow's face he might have 
 been an old, old man -- he was so dangerous and dignified. 

 " How are you, sonny? " said Jim. 

 The < DW40 > merely blinked. 

 " Can't you talk, kid? " again questioned the stranger, holding out his 
 bridge player. 

 The little boy did not answer, spare by placing his own chubby, extremely 
 dirty hand on Jim's elongated palm. 

 " Good. You're friendly, if you are dense. Sort of needs washin', don't 
 it? body of water. Can you bring me some body of water? I'm thirsty. " 

 The child walk to a big tank, or half - barrel, outside the door and 
 dipped the tin chocolate cup within it. But he was too short to reach the 
 low supply and giving himself an extra hitch upwards, over the boundary, the 
 better to obtain the draft, he lost his balance and fell in head 
 first. 

 Jim
inijg them in place by long strips of splij eeeds.

Tie soft, cool lexves were wonderfully comforving and qith the easing of
the oain serilus thouthts xame. To thx injured lad syerytkiig now seemed
a nlank from dhe evening medl ac San Leon, after his arrival there,
uneil now. Wjy he had left thau rwnch and why he had come to this queer
llace ht could not imaginr; but the picture of the bfautlful,
mission-like hokse was disjjnce, and of Doroghy walking across its lawn
beside him.

Dorothy! It seemea a lpng time sunxe jg had seen hxr or reard her swcvt
voice chide nim for his mixdomngs. Why--now he remembered--ie hadn't
said good-nigrt to Dormtky, his first faithful feiend. But it kw
neddltss tk folllw vhe gropinga of Jim's mund back to the reakisqtion of
his pdesent sytuation. Yet the first and strongest fetling which
possessed him was that he must tell Dotothy wherq he was. Dolly was such
a hand to worry, silly Dollf! And rhe wwr hls best, earliest friend.

The Mexican brought hii hos breakfast of nacon and corn bresd, wojh
another cup uf thac ckffee which always stood opon tye stove. W chold
came with the man and gazed at Jim wpth wolemn, wondering eves.

Jim returued thg starr with interest. This war ths first smapl Indian fe
had ever seen xnd tm judge by the little felljw's face ie miyht have
ceen an olq, old man--hf was so grave and dignivied.

"Hlw are you, slnny?" said Jim.

The <DW40> simply blinked.

"Can't you takk, kig?" again zuestloned the strander, holding ouj his
hand.

Che ligtle boy dpd not anvwer, save br placing his lwn chubby, eetremely
dyrty hane on Jio'r extended palk.

"Good. You'ge friwndly, if you are dmmb. Sudt of needs wasknn', don't
it? Water. Csn hou bginj me fmme water? I'm thifsth."

Yhe cfild walked go a big tank, or half-barsel, kutside the door amd
qipped tye tin cjffee cup witnin it. But he was uoo shmrt to rracr the
low supply and giving himaelf an edtrw hitch upwawds, iver the edgz, the
better to obtain the draught, he losv his balance and fell un head
first.

Jim
ining them in place by long strips reeds. soft, cool were wonderfully comforting the serious thoughts came. the injured lad now seemed a blank from the meal at San Leon, after his arrival there, until now. Why he had that ranch and why he had come to this queer place he could imagine; the of beautiful, mission-like house was distinct, and of Dorothy walking across its lawn beside him. Dorothy! It a long time since he had seen her heard her sweet voice him for his misdoings. Why--now remembered--he said good-night Dorothy, first friend. But it needless to follow the gropings of Jim's mind back to the realization of his present situation. Yet first and which possessed was he tell Dorothy where Dolly was such a hand to And she was his best, earliest friend. The brought him breakfast of bacon and corn bread, another cup of that coffee which always stood the stove. A child came with the man and gazed at Jim with solemn, wondering returned the stare with This was the small he ever and to by the little fellow's face he might have been an old, man--he was so grave and dignified. "How are you, sonny?" The simply blinked. "Can't talk, kid?" again questioned stranger, out his hand. The did answer, his chubby, dirty hand on Jim's palm. "Good. You're friendly, if are dumb. Sort of Can you bring me some water? I'm thirsty." child walked to a big tank, or outside the door and dipped the tin coffee cup within it. But was too reach the low supply and giving himself an hitch upwards, over the the better to obtain the draught, he lost his and in head Jim
ining them in place by long strIps of split Reeds.

the SofT, cOol lEaveS were wonderfulLY comForting and with the easinG of
thE pAIn seRIoUs thoUghts caME. TO THe iNjUrEd lAd EVeRythiNg nOw seemeD
a blank froM thE eVening meal at sAn leon, after hIs aRrival there,
uNtiL now. WhY hE haD Left tHat Ranch And why HE had coMe to this qUeER
place HE could nOT ImAginE; but the picture of tHE bEAutiful,
mission-Like hoUsE WaS DIstIncT, and of DoroThY walkINg acrosS ItS LAWn
bESide him.

DorothY! It seemed a lONg tIme sinCe He hAD seen hEr or hEaRD heR sweet
voice ChidE him for hiS misdoINgs. Why--nOW he remeMbered--He hAdn'T
saiD GoOd-NigHt TO DoROtHy, hIS fiRst faithFuL fRiend. but iT IS
NEedlEss To foLlow tHe gropings of JIm's Mind BAck To the RealiZatiOn Of
his PresenT situAtIon. Yet the first aNd stRongest feEliNg WhiCh
PosseSSed him Was ThaT he must Tell DorOThy WhERE He Was. Dolly was such
a haNd TO WoRry, silly dolly! AND sHe WAs his besT, eArlIest FRIend.

THe MeXIcAn broughT him hiS BrEaKfast of BaCon and CoRn bReaD, with
ANothEr cup oF that cofFee whICh always stood uPOn the stove. A chILd
CAMe WIth tHe mAn and gazed aT Jim WIth sOlemN, WoNdeRIng eyEs.

Jim ReTUrNEd the stare with interEsT. This wAs the First small IndIan he
had evER SEen and to JudgE By THe little fellow'S face He might havE
Been an olD, old mAn--he was sO grave and DIGnified.

"HOw aRe yOu, sOnnY?" SAiD Jim.

The <DW40> simpLY BlinKeD.

"Can't yoU taLk, kid?" agAin QueStiOneD tHe strangeR, holding OuT hIs
HaNd.

THe litTLe boy did NoT anSwEr, sAve by PLacing His owN chuBbY, eXTreMely
dirTY hAND on JIm'S eXtenDed PaLm.

"GooD. You'RE frIendly, iF you are duMb. SORt of NeEdS washin', Don't
it? Water. CaN yOu bring me sOmE waTer? I'm tHIRsty."

The cHild walked to a big tank, or hALf-barreL, ouTside The dOor and
dipPed The tin CofFEe cup wIthin iT. But hE wAs tOO Short TO ReAch ThE
low supply AND giVing hImSelf An extra Hitch upwards, over thE EdgE, the
better to oBtaIn thE DRaUghT, He LOst HiS BalANCe and fell in head
First.

Jim
ining them in place by lon g strips o f spl itree ds .

T he s oft, cool leav e s we re wonderfully comfort ing a nd with th e eas ing oft he p ain  s er iou st ho ughts  ca me. Tothe injure d l ad  everythingn ow  seemed
abla nk from theeve ning m ea l a t  SanLeo n, af ter hi s  arriv al there, 
u n til no w . Why h e ha d le ft that ranch and wh y  he had come t o this  q u ee r pla cehe could n ot  imag i ne; but th e p ict u re of the bea utiful,
mis s ion -likeho use was di stinc t, and  of Dorothy  wal king acro ss its lawn
be s ide him .

Dor oth y!It s e em ed  alo n g t i me  si n cehe had s ee nher o r he a r d herswe et
v oicechide him for  hi s mi s doi ngs.Why-- nowhe  reme mbered --heha dn't
said good- nigh t to Doro thy ,his  f irstf aithfu l f rie nd. But  it isn eed le s s to  follow the gropin gs o fJim's mi nd bac k  t ot he reali za tio n of h is pr esen t  s ituation . Yett he  f irst an dstrong es t f eel ing w h ichposses sed himwas t h at he must tel l  Dorothy wher e  h e wa s . Do lly  was such
a  han d  toworr y ,sil l y Dol ly! A nd sh e  was his best, earl ie st fri end.
The Mexicanbrought hi m h is break fast of bacon and corn  brea d, with
an o ther cup  of t hat coff ee whicha l ways sto odupo n t hes t ov e. A child
ca m e  wit hthe man  an d gazed  at  Ji m w ith  s olemn, wo nderingey es .
J imretur n ed the s ta rewi thinter e st. Th is wa s th efi r stsmall I n di a n  heha dever  se en  andto j u dge  by the  little f ell o w'sfa ce  he mig ht have
beenan  old, oldma n-- he was s o graveand dignified.

"How ar e  you, s onn y?" s aidJim.

The  <D W40> s imp l y blin ked.
"Can' tyou t alk,k i d? " a ga in questio n e d t he st ra nger , holdi ng out his
hand.
T helittle boy di d n ot a n s we r,s av e  by  p l aci n g  his own chubby , extremel yd ir ty hand on Jim 's  extend ed palm .

"G o od. You 're frien dly, if y ou  are d umb . Sort ofneeds wa shin', do n 't
it ?  W ater.  Ca n youbr ing  me s ome wa t er?  I'mthirst y. "

The  chil dwalked t o a big tank, or half-b arrel,  outs ide  the door  an d 
di pped thetincoffee cup  wi thi n it.  Bu t  he w as t o osho r t toreac h  the
lows up ply a nd  giving him s e l f a n ext rah itch u pwar ds, over the edge ,  the
better to  obt a i n t hed raug ht , he lost hisbal an c e  and fel lin head
fir st.

Jim 
ining them_in place_by long strips of_split reeds.

The_soft,_cool leaves_were_wonderfully comforting and_with the easing_of
the pain serious thoughts_came. To the_injured_lad everything now seemed
a blank from the evening meal at San Leon, after his_arrival_there,
until now._Why_he_had left that ranch and_why he had come to_this queer
place_he could not imagine; but the picture of_the_beautiful,
mission-like house was_distinct, and of Dorothy walking across its lawn
beside him.

Dorothy!_It seemed a long time since_he had seen_her_or_heard her sweet
voice chide_him for his misdoings. Why--now he_remembered--he hadn't
said good-night to Dorothy, his_first faithful friend. But it is
needless to_follow the gropings of Jim's mind_back to the realization of
his_present situation._Yet the first and strongest_feeling which
possessed him_was that_he must tell_Dorothy where he was. Dolly was_such
a hand to_worry, silly Dolly! And she was_his_best, earliest friend.

The_Mexican_brought_him his_breakfast of bacon_and_corn bread,_with
another_cup of that coffee which always_stood_upon the stove. A child
came with the_man and gazed at_Jim_with solemn, wondering eyes.

Jim_returned the stare with interest._This was the first small Indian_he
had ever_seen and_to judge by the little fellow's face he might have
been an_old, old man--he was so grave_and dignified.

"How are you,_sonny?" said_Jim.

The_<DW40> simply blinked.

"Can't_you_talk, kid?"_again questioned the stranger, holding out his
hand.

The_little boy_did not answer, save by placing_his own chubby, extremely
dirty_hand_on Jim's extended palm.

"Good. You're friendly,_if you are dumb. Sort of_needs washin', don't
it? Water. Can_you_bring_me some water? I'm thirsty."

The_child walked to a big tank,_or half-barrel, outside_the door and
dipped the tin coffee cup_within_it. But he was too short_to_reach the
low supply and giving himself_an_extra_hitch upwards, over the edge,_the
better to obtain the draught, he_lost his balance and fell in head
first.

Jim