revolver. If we each had one--Lizzie, did you bring any ink?"

Well, I had, and said so, but that I needed it for postcards when we
struck a settlement.

Tish waved my objection aside. "I guess it can be managed," she
observed. "Bill has a knife. Yes, I think it can be done."

She and Bill engaged in an earnest conference that afternoon. At first
Bill objected. I could see him shaking his head. Then Tish gave him
something which Aggie said was money. I do not know. She had been short
of cash on the train, but she may have had more in her trunk. Then I saw
Bill start to laugh. He laughed until he had to lean against a tree,
although Tish was quite stern and serious.

We reached Piegan Pass about three that afternoon, and having inspected
it and the Garden Wall, which is a mile or two high at that point, we
returned to a "bench" where there were some trees, and dismounted.

Here, to our surprise, we found Mr. Bell again. As Tish remarked, he was
better at walking than at talking. He looked surprised at seeing us, and
was much more agreeable than before.

"I'm afraid I was pretty surly the other night," he said. "The truth is,
I was so blooming unhappy that I didn't give a damn for anything."

But when he saw that Bill was preparing to take the pack off the horse
he looked startled.

"I say," he said, "you don't mean to camp here, do you?"