Robert E. Lee Carr clattered gayly by them and pushed up the hill to
recover his hat. The two men rode on slowly; a brown pocketbook upon a
brown hillside is not easy to find. But they found it at last, just where
Stanley had launched his pursuit of the hatless horseman. It had been
jostled from his pocket in the first wild rush. Stanley retrieved it with
a sigh of relief.

"Are you sure you had your spur here?" asked Dewing. "Maybe you lost it
before and didn't notice it."

"Oh, never mind the spur," said Stan. "I'm satisfied to get my money.
Let's wait for Little Boy Blue and we'll all go in together."

"Want to try a little game to-night?" suggested Dewing. "I could use that
money of yours. It seems a likely bunch--if it's all money. Pretty plump
wallet, I call it."

"No more for me," laughed Stanley. "You behold in me a reformed
character."

"Stick to that, boy," said Dewing. "Gambling is bad business."

It grew on to dusk when Robert E. Lee Carr rejoined them; it was pitch
dark when they came to the Carr camp-fire at Hospital Springs, close
beside the trail; when they reached Cobre, supper-time was over.

At the Mountain House Stanley ordered a special supper cooked for him,
with real potatoes and cow milk. Dewing refused a drink, pleading his
profession; and Stanley left his fat wallet in the Mountain House safe.