"William Drew?" repeated the rider, as though imprinting the word on his
memory. "Is he home?"

"Maybe."

"I'll ride over and ask him if he can put me up."

"Wait a minute. He may be home, but he lives on the other side of the
range."

"Very far from here?"

"Apiece."

"How'll I know him when I see him?"

"Big feller--grey--broad shoulders."

"Ah!" murmured the other, and smiled as though the picture pleased him.
"I'll hunt him up and ask him if I can camp out in this house of his for
a while."

"Well, that's your party."

"Don't you think he'd let me?"

"Maybe; but the house ain't lucky."

"That so?"