looking thoughtfully at the broad back of Pollard. Then her glance
shifted and dwelt a moment on Terry--with pity, he wondered?

"Good night, boys!"

When the door closed on her, Joe Pollard turned his attention more fully
on his new employee, and when Terry suggested that it was time for him to
turn in, his suggestion was hospitably put to one side. Pollard began
talking genially of the mountains, of the "varmints" he expected Terry to
clean out, and while he talked, he took out a broad silver dollar and
began flicking it in the air and catching it in the calloused palm of his
hand.

"Call it," he interrupted himself to say to Terry.

"Heads," said Terry carelessly.

The coin spun up, flickered at the height of its rise, and rang loudly on
the table.

"You win," said Pollard. "Well, you're a lucky gent, Terry, but I'll go
you ten you can't call it again."

But again Terry called heads, and again the coin chimed, steadied, and
showed the Grecian goddess. The rancher doubled his bet. He lost,
doubled, lost again, doubled again, lost. A pile of money had appeared by
magic before Terry.

"I came to work for money," laughed Terry, "not _take_ it away."