Virginian passed out.

"See you later, old man!" This was the American drummer accosting
his prospective bed-fellow.

"Oh, yes," returned the bed-fellow, and was gone.

The American drummer winked triumphantly at his brethren. "He's
all right," he observed, jerking a thumb after the Virginian.
"He's easy. You got to know him to work him. That's all."

"Und vat is your point?" inquired the German drummer.

"Point is--he'll not take any goods off you or me; but he's going
to talk up the killer to any consumptive he runs across. I ain't
done with him yet. Say," (he now addressed the proprietor),
"what's her name?"

"Whose name?"

"Woman runs the eating-house."

"Glen. Mrs. Glen."

"Ain't she new?"

"Been settled here about a month. Husband's a freight conductor."

"Thought I'd not seen her before. She's a good-looker."