flowing, encouraged it. There had been a time when bankers, railroad and other magnates had been in her dreams for her daughter, and a mere rancher like Teeters was unthinkable, but with the passing of the years she had
modified her ambitions somewhat. So she had said benignly, patting his shoulder :
" The angels will look after you, as they have after me. Don't be afraid, Clarence."
It had occurred to Clarence that the not inconsiderable herd of Herefords Mr. Taylor had left behind him at " Happy Wigwam " might have had as much to do with Mrs. Taylor's feeling of security as the guardianship of the angels, but he answered merely, though somewhat cryptically :
" Even if I lose my money it won't cost me nothin' — I worked for it."
Teeters glanced at the clock, yawned as he saw that the hands pointed to half past seven, and unhooked his heels from the rung of the chair preparatory to retiring.
A horse snorted, and the sound of hoofs on the frozen dooryard brought Teeters to attention. What honest person could be out jamming around this time of night, he wondered.
In preparation for callers he reached for his cartridge belt and holster that hung on a nail and laid them on the table.
The door opened and a stranger entered, blinking. The fringe of icicles hanging from his moustache looked like the contrivance to curtail the activities of cows given to breaking and entering.
"I seen you through the winder," he said apologetically.
" I heard your horse whinner," Teeters replied, politely rising.
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