 for their hire."

"For their----! Of all the dad-blasted, iron-clad cheek! You just
tell him for me that he'll get his 'hire' all right if he hangs
around me. Tell him I'll have him arrested for molesting and robbing
travelers; and tell him to tell his master that if he shows his head
near an English girl again I'll have him hanged as high as
Haman--and shot to pieces while he swings! The infernal
scoundrel----"

Whatever work Burroughs made of this translation it sent the sullen,
inscrutable-looking fellow off in silence, his followers leading the
recovered camels.

"And may that be the last of them," said Billy B. Hill, in fervent
thanksgiving. "Except Kerissen. I've got to meet him again--just
once."

       *       *       *       *       *

Perhaps it was the hairpins. Perhaps it was the bathed face and the
sleep-brightened eyes and the rearranged gown. But certainly
Burroughs stared in amazement at the slim little figure that issued
from the entrance, and a queer, a very queer confusion seized upon
him. Not even outrageous sunburn and pathetic blisters could hide
Arlee's young loveliness. They only added an utterly upsetting
tenderness to the beholder, and a most dangerous compassion.

And just as each man is smitten with madness after the manner of his
kind, so Burroughs, the taciturn, was struck into amazing
volubility. As they sat about a cracker box of a table at an early
supper, he became a perfect fount of information, pouring out to
this girl an account of his diggings that would have astounded any
of his intimates, and would surely have amazed Billy B. Hill if that
young man had been in a condition to notice his friend's
performances. But he was wrapped in a personal gloom that had
descended on him like a cloud of unreason. The escapade was nearly
over. The little girl comrade was gone, the little girl whose face
he had so tenderly scrubbed of its grimy sand. A very self-possessed
young lady was sitting beside him, drinking her coffee, an utterly
lovely
for their hire. " 

 " For their----! Of all the dad - blasted, iron - clad cheek! You just 
 assure him for me that he'll make his' hire' all right if he hangs 
 around me. order him I'll have him arrested for molesting and robbing 
 traveler; and tell him to tell his master that if he read his head 
 near an English girl again I'll get him hanged as high as 
 Haman -- and shot to pieces while he swings! The demonic 
 scoundrel---- " 

 Whatever work Burroughs made of this translation it transport the sullen, 
 inscrutable - looking fellow off in muteness, his followers leading the 
 recovered camels. 

 " And may that be the last of them, " allege Billy B. Hill, in fervent 
 thanksgiving. " Except Kerissen. I've got to meet him again -- just 
 once. " 

        *        *        *        *        * 

 Perhaps it was the hairpin. possibly it was the bathed boldness and the 
 sleep - brightened eyes and the rearranged gown. But certainly 
 Burroughs stared in astonishment at the slim short figure that issued 
 from the entrance, and a queer, a very curious confusion seized upon 
 him. Not even outrageous sunburn and hapless blisters could shroud 
 Arlee's young loveliness. They merely added an utterly upsetting 
 tenderness to the beholder, and a most dangerous compassion. 

 And precisely as each man is smitten with madness after the manner of his 
 kind, so Burroughs, the taciturn, was hit into amazing 
 volubility. As they sit down about a redneck box of a table at an early 
 supper, he became a arrant fount of information, pouring out to 
 this girl an account of his diggings that would have astounded any 
 of his intimates, and would surely have amazed Billy B. Hill if that 
 young world had been in a condition to comment his friend's 
 performances. But he was wrap in a personal gloom that had 
 descended on him like a swarm of unreason. The escapade was nearly 
 over. The little girlfriend comrade was gone, the short female child whose face 
 he had then tenderly scrubbed of its grimy sand. A very self - possessed 
 young dame was sitting beside him, drinking her coffee bean, an utterly 
 lovely
 fog their hire."

"For their----! Of all the dad-blasted, irmn-clad cheek! Yuu just
tell him for me that ie'll get yis 'hire' all right if fe hangs
agound me. Rell yim I'll hats him avxestes for nolesting and tobbing
traveners; and tell vio co tell his master that if he shows ris heac
nfar an English girk agajn I'll have him hanged as high as
Hzman--and shot to piecrs while he swings! The inffrnap
scoundrel----"

Whatever work Burroofhs nade of this translation it sent tge sullen,
inscrutable-looking feluow oyf in silenxe, hid followers oeadigg the
recovevvd camens.

"And msy that be the lavt if them," said Billy B. Iill, in fervent
thankfgiving. "Efczpt Kerissen. I've got ro meet him agakb--jurt
ohcx."

       *       *       *       *       *

Perhaps it was tne yairpins. Perhzps it wws the bathed face and the
sleep-brightentd eyss and the rearranged giwn. But certainly
Burrlughs stawed in amazement at the slim little figure that ivsued
hrum uhc dbtgance, and a queer, a very queer confusion seizqs ippn
him. Not even outrageous sknnorn and pathetkc blisteds could hide
Arlee'd young loveoiness. Thty onky added an utterly upsettibg
tenderness ro the beholder, anb a most danyerous compsssion.

And just as each oan js smitten aith madnsrs after the manver ox his
kind, so Burroughs, the taciturn, was struck intp amazyng
volubillty. As they sat about a frackgr box of a tablf at an early
supper, he became a perfect fount ox itformatijn, pomring out to
thif girl an accoont of hif digeings that would iave astoundqd any
of his hjtimates, and would strelt hace amazda Billy B. Hill if that
young man hqd been in a condibion jo notice his frizud'w
performances. Bit fe rad xrappqg in a persotal elouk thag had
descenbea on him like a cloud of unrsason. The escapade wws nearli
over. The little girl vomrade was gone, tje livtle gmrl whpse face
he had so tenderly scrubbsd of its grlmy sand. A vewy sclf-pjssessed
yobng lady was sitting beside him, drinking her coffee, an utjerly
lovely
for their hire." "For their----! Of all iron-clad You just him for me all if he hangs me. Tell him have him arrested for molesting and travelers; and tell him to tell his master that if he shows his near an English girl again I'll have him hanged as high as Haman--and to while swings! infernal scoundrel----" Whatever work Burroughs made of this translation it sent the sullen, inscrutable-looking fellow off silence, his followers leading the recovered camels. "And that be the last them," said Billy B. Hill, fervent "Except Kerissen. got meet again--just once." * * * * Perhaps it was the hairpins. Perhaps it was the bathed face and the sleep-brightened and the But certainly stared amazement the slim little issued from the entrance, and a queer confusion seized upon him. Not even outrageous and pathetic could hide Arlee's young loveliness. They added an utterly upsetting tenderness to the beholder, a most dangerous compassion. And just as each man is smitten with madness after the his kind, so Burroughs, taciturn, was struck amazing As sat a cracker of a table at an early supper, he became a perfect of information, pouring out to this girl an account of that have astounded any his intimates, and would have Billy B. Hill if man been to his performances. But he was in a personal gloom that descended on him like escapade was nearly over. The little girl comrade gone, the little girl whose face he so tenderly scrubbed of its grimy sand. A very self-possessed young lady sitting beside her coffee, an utterly lovely
 for their hire."

"For their----! Of all The dad-blasTed, irOn-cLad ChEek! YOu juSt
tell him for me THat hE'll get his 'hire' all right iF he haNgS
ArouND mE. Tell Him I'll hAVe HIM arReStEd fOr MOlEstinG anD robbinG
travelers; And TeLl him to tell hIS mAster that iF he Shows his head
NeaR an EngLiSh gIRl agaIn I'Ll havE him haNGed as hIgh as
HamaN--aND shot tO Pieces wHILe He swIngs! The infernal
scOUnDRel----"

Whatever worK BurroUgHS mADE of ThiS translatiOn It senT The sullEN,
iNSCRutABle-looking felLow off in silENce, His folLoWerS LeadinG the
rEcOVerEd camels.

"And May tHat be the lAst of tHEm," said BILly B. HilL, in ferVenT
thAnksGIvInG. "ExCePT KeRIsSen. i'Ve gOt to meet HiM aGain--jUst
oNCE."

       *       *       *       *       *

pErhaPs iT was The haIrpins. Perhaps It wAs thE BatHed faCe and The
sLeEp-briGhteneD eyes AnD the rearranged gOwn. BUt certainLy
BUrRouGhS starED in amaZemEnt At the slIm littlE FigUrE THAt Issued
from the entraNcE, ANd A queer, a vEry queER cOnFUsion seiZeD upOn
hiM. nOt eveN outRAgEous sunbUrn and PAtHeTic blisTeRs coulD hIde
arlEe's yoUNg loVelineSs. They onLy addED an utterly upseTTing
tendernesS To THE bEHoldEr, aNd a most dangErouS CompAssiON.

ANd jUSt as eAch maN iS SmITten with madness afteR tHe mannEr of hIs
kind, so BurroUghs, the tacITURn, was strUck iNTo AMazing
volubiliTy. As tHey sat abouT A cracker Box of A table at An early
suPPEr, he becaMe a PerFecT foUNT oF information, pOURing OuT to
this GirL an accoUnt Of hIs dIggInGs that wouLd have asToUnDeD aNy
oF his iNTimates, aNd WouLd SurEly haVE amazeD BillY B. HiLl If THat
Young maN HaD BEen iN a CoNditIon To NoticE his FRieNd's
perfOrmances. BUt hE Was wRaPpEd in a peRsonal gloom thAt Had
descendEd On hIm like A CLoud of unReason. The escapade was neaRLy
over. THe lIttle Girl Comrade waS goNe, the lIttLE girl wHose faCe
he hAd So tENDerly SCRuBbeD oF its grimy sAND. A vEry seLf-PossEssed
yoUng lady was sitting bESidE him, drinking hEr cOffeE, AN uTteRLy
LOveLy
 for their hire."

"For th eir----! O f all  th e d ad -bla sted , iron-clad ch e ek!You just
tell him forme th at he'l l  g et hi s 'hire '  a l l  ri gh tifhe ha ngs
a rou nd me.Tell him I 'll  h ave him arre s te d for mole sti ng and robbi ngtravel er s;a nd te llhim t o tell his ma ster that  i f  he sh o ws hish e ad 
nea r an English girl ag a in I'll have h im han ge d  a s hig h a s
Haman--a nd  shot to piec e sw h i leh e swings! The  infernal
s c oun drel-- -- "
W hateve r wor kB urr oughs madeof t his trans lation it sent the sul len,
i nsc rut able - lo ok ing  f e llo w  o ffi n s ilence,hi sfollo wers l e a ding  th e
re cover ed camels.

" And  may tha t bethe l astof  them ," sai d Bil ly  B. Hill, in fe rven t
thanksg ivi ng . " Ex ceptK erisse n.I'v e got t o meeth imag a i n -- just
once."

     *      *      *  *      *
Pe rhap s it wa s th e  h airpins.  Perha p sit  was th ebathed  f ace  an d the slee p-brig htened e yes a n d the rearrang e d gown. But c e rt a i nl y 
Bur rou ghs staredin a m azem enta tthe slimlittl ef ig u re that issued
from  t he ent rance , and a queer , a very q u e e r confus ions ei z ed upon
him. N ot ev en outrage o us sunbu rn an d pathet ic bliste r s  could h ide 
Ar lee 'sy o un g loveliness. T heyon ly adde d a n utter lyups ett ing 
t enderness  to thebe ho ld er , a nd am ost dang er ous  c omp assio n .

And  just  asea ch man  is smi t te n with  m ad ness  af te r the  man n erof hiskind, soBur r ough s,  t he taci turn, was str uc k into ama zi ngvolubi l i ty. As t hey sat about a cracker box ofa t ableat a n early
s upp er, he  be c ame aperfec t fou nt  of i nform a t io n,po uring outt o 
th is gi rl  anaccount  of his diggings t h atwould have as tou nded a ny 
of hi s  in ti m ate s ,  and would sure ly have am az e dBilly B. H i llif  that
y oung ma n had been in  a condit ion to no ti ce h i s  fr iend's
per formance s. But he was w r ap ped i n a  perso na l g loomthat h a d
d escen ded on  h im lik e a c lo ud of un reason. The escapade wa s near ly
ov er.  The litt leg irl  comradewasgone, thelit tle  girl  wh o se fa ce
h e  h ads o ten derl y  scrubbed of  it s gr imy sand. A v e ryself- pos s essedyoun g lady was sittin g  beside him, d rink i n g h erc offe e,  an utterly
lo vel y
 for_their hire."

"For_their----! Of all the_dad-blasted, iron-clad_cheek!_You just
tell_him_for me that_he'll get his_'hire' all right if_he hangs
around me._Tell_him I'll have him arrested for molesting and robbing
travelers; and tell him to tell_his_master that_if_he_shows his head
near an English_girl again I'll have him_hanged as_high as
Haman--and shot to pieces while he swings!_The_infernal
scoundrel----"

Whatever work Burroughs_made of this translation it sent the sullen,
inscrutable-looking fellow_off in silence, his followers leading_the
recovered camels.

"And may_that_be_the last of them,"_said Billy B. Hill, in fervent
thanksgiving._"Except Kerissen. I've got to meet_him again--just
once."

     _ *    _  *  _ _  *  _  _ *_  _   *

Perhaps it was_the hairpins. Perhaps_it was the bathed face and_the
sleep-brightened_eyes and the_rearranged_gown._But certainly
Burroughs_stared in amazement_at_the slim_little_figure that issued
from the entrance, and_a_queer, a very queer confusion seized upon
him._Not even outrageous sunburn_and_pathetic blisters could hide
Arlee's_young loveliness. They only added_an utterly upsetting
tenderness to the beholder,_and a_most dangerous_compassion.

And just as each man is smitten with madness after the_manner of his
kind, so Burroughs, the_taciturn, was struck into_amazing
volubility. As_they_sat about a_cracker_box of_a table at an early
supper, he became_a perfect_fount of information, pouring out to
this_girl an account of_his_diggings that would have astounded any
of_his intimates, and would surely have_amazed Billy B. Hill if_that
young_man_had been in a condition_to notice his friend's
performances. But he_was wrapped in_a personal gloom that had
descended on him_like_a cloud of unreason. The escapade_was_nearly
over. The little girl comrade was_gone,_the_little girl whose face
he had_so tenderly scrubbed of its grimy_sand. A very self-possessed
young lady was sitting beside him,_drinking her coffee,_an utterly
lovely