and Skinny asked about the condition of the conductor.
"Oh, he 's all right now," the brakeman replied. "They shot him through the arm, but he 's repaired and out bossin' the job of clearin' the rocks off the track. He 's a little shaky yet, but he 'll come around all right."
"That's good. I 'm shore glad to hear it."
"Won't you wear this pin as a small token of my gratitude?" asked a voice at Skinny's shoulder.
He wheeled and raised his sombrero, a flush stealing over his face:
"Thank you, ma'am, but I don't want no pay. We was plumb glad to do it."
"But this is not pay! It's just a trifling token of my appreciation of your courage, just something to remind you of it. I shall feel hurt if you refuse."
Her quick fingers had pinned it to his shirt while she spoke and he thanked her as well as his embarrassment would permit. Then there was a rush toward him and, having visions of a shirt
