"Yes, this is Apache Teju. Do you want to see any one?"

"Boss home yet from Deming?"

"Mr. Williams? I expect him this evening."

The boy threw himself down full length upon the grass and pressed his
face against the cool, green blades.

"Well," he exclaimed, "it's pretty fine here, ain't it? That green
down there is just out of sight. I heard there was blue-grass and
alfalfa here, but who 'd have thought it would look so nice?"

"Do you want to see Mr. Williams?"

"I guess it ain't necessary," and he sat up again, pressing a handful
of grass upon each glowing cheek.

I handed him the candy box and he helped himself daintily with the
tongs, saying, "Thank you, ma'am," with a sidelong glance which let me
know that his heart was won to my service from that moment. He put a
piece in his mouth, and his face beamed with pleasure.

"This just strikes my gait! 'T ain't much like Deming candy, is it? I
saw the boss last night in Deming," he added, turning to Mrs. Williams.
"You're his wife, ain't you? I thought so, soon as I saw you. He was
kidding me about coming out here to be a cowboy, and I told him all
right, if he wasn't running a blaze, I 'd go him on that. I was to
have rode out with him in his buggy, but I was up pretty late last
night with the boys, doing the town, and when I got up this morning he