and good-bye. "Truly," he thought, "this world is very small," and, turning, caught Watson eyeing him keenly.
"So you knew Andrew Genung?" he said, divining the latter's glance of sympathy.
"You bet I did, and I'll be doggoned if it don't make me homesick to think of them good old days in the Rockies!"
"Did you know his brother?"
"Right well. What a good-for-nothing, unlucky devil he was. It aint good policy to marry among them Greasers. I've clean lost sight o' their boy. Reckon he's dead. I'm looking for a man by the name of 'Bruce,' in Virginia City, though God Almighty knows if he had a right to the title. He was a slicker, and buncoed Fred Genung along with myself. I'm 'biding my time, and if ever again I set eyes on him, one of us is goin' to glory 'cross-*lots!"
"But that is a long time ago, and he may either be dead or greatly changed," returned Jack.
"Well," replied Watson, "it is a good many
