"And you gave me the rest. You sure are loco."

"Mebby I be. Anyhow, I'm used to bein' hungry. They ain't so much of
me to keep as you--crossways, I mean. Of course, up and down--"

"Well, I'm right sorry," said Corliss. "You're the queerest Hobo I
ever saw."

"That's what they all say," said Sundown, grinning. "I ain't no common
hand-out grabber, not me! I learnt things from Bill. He had class!"

"You sure Will never said anything about the Concho, or his brother, or
Chance?"

"Chance? Who's he?"

"Wolf-dog that belonged to Will."

"Gee Gosh! Big, and long legs, and kind of long, rough hair, and deep
in the chest and--"

"That's Chance; but how did you know?"

"Why, Billy writ a pome 'bout him onct. Sold it and we lived high--for
a week. Sure as you live! It was called 'Chance of the Concher.' Gee
Gosh! I thought it was jest one of them poetical dogs, like."

Corliss, who was not given to sentiment, smoked and pondered the
possibility of his brother's whereabouts. He had written to all the
large cities asking for information from the police as to the