o see some stirring life。 He did not care very much what happened。 Months of futile wandering in the hope of finding a place where he fitted had inclined Richard to his father's opinion。
It was after dark one evening in early October when Richard arrived in Casita。 He was surprised to find that it was evidently a town of importance。 There was a jostling； jabbering； sombreroed crowd of Mexicans around the railroad station。 He felt as if he were in a foreign country。 After a while he saw several men of his nationality； one of whom he engaged to carry his luggage to a hotel。 They walked up a wide； well…lighted street lined with buildings in which were bright windows。 Of the many people encountered by Gale most were Mexicans。 His guide explained that the smaller half of Casita lay in Arizona； the other half in Mexico； and of several thousand inhabitants the majority belonged on the southern side of the street； which was the boundary line。 He also said that rebels had entered the town that day； causing a good deal of excitement。
Gale was almost at the end of his financial resources； which fact occasioned him to turn away from a pretentious hotel and to ask his guide for a cheaper lodging…house。 When this was found； a sight of the loungers in the office； and also a desire for comfort； persuaded Gale to change his traveling…clothes for rough outing garb and boots。
〃Well； I'm almost broke；〃 he soliloquized； thoughtfully。 〃The governor said I wouldn't make any money。 He's rightso far。 And he said I'd be coming home beaten。 There he's wrong。 I've got a hunch that something 'll happen to me in this Greaser town。〃
He went out into a wide； whitewashed； high…ceiled corridor； and from that into an immense room which； but for pool tables； bar； benches； would have been like a courtyard。 The floor was cobblestoned； the walls were of adobe； and the large windows opened like doors。 A blue cloud of smoke filled the place。 Gale heard the click of pool balls and the clink of glasses along the crowded bar。 Bare…legged； sandal…footed Mexicans in white rubbed shoulders with Mexicans mantled in black and red。 There were others in tight…fitting blue uniforms with gold fringe or tassels at the shoulders。 These men wore belts with heavy； bone…handled guns； and evidently were the rurales； or native policemen。 There were black…bearded； coarse…visaged Americans； some gambling round the little tables； others drinking。 The pool tables were the center of a noisy crowd of younger men； several of whom were unsteady on their feet。 There were khaki…clad cavalrymen strutting in and out。
At one end of the room； somewhat apart from the general meelee； was a group of six men round a little table； four of whom were seated； the other two standing。 These last two drew a second glance from Gale。 The sharp…featured； bronzed faces and piercing eyes； the tall； slender； loosely jointed bodies； the quiet； easy； reckless air that seemed to be a part of the menthese things would plainly have stamped them as cowboys without the buckled sombreros； the colored scarfs； the high…topped； high…heeled boots with great silver…roweled spurs。 Gale did not fail to note； also； that these cowboys wore guns； and this fact was rather a shock to his idea of the modern West。 It caused him to give some credence to the rumors of fighting along the border； and he felt a thrill。
He satisfied his hunger in a restaurant adjoining； and as he stepped back into the saloon a man wearing a military cape jostled him。 Apologies from both were instant。 Gale was moving on when the other stopped short as if startled； and； leaning forward； exclaimed：
〃Dick Gale？〃
〃You've got me；〃 replied Gale； in surprise。 〃But I don't know you。〃
He could not see the stranger's face； because it was wholly shaded by a wide…brimmed hat pulled well down。
〃By Jove！ It's Dick！ If this isn't great！ Don't you know me？〃
〃I've heard your voice somewhere；〃 replied Gale。 〃Maybe I'll recognize you if you come out from under that bonnet。〃
For answer the man； suddenly manifesting thought of himself； hurriedly drew Gale into the restaurant； where he thrust back his hat to disclose a handsome； sunburned face。
〃George @Thorne！ So help me〃
〃'S…s…ssh。 You needn't yell；〃 interrupted the other； as he met Gale's outstretched hand。 There was a close； hard； straining grip。 〃I must not be recognized here。
There are reasons。 I'll explain in a minute。 Say； but it's fine to see you！ Five years； Dick； five years since I saw you run down University Field and spread…eagle the whole Wisconsin football team。〃
〃Don't recollect that；〃 replied Dick； laughing。 〃George； I'll bet you I'm gladder to see you than you are to see me。 It seems to long。 You went into the army； didn't you？〃
〃I did。 I'm here now with the Ninth Cavalry。 Butnever mind me。 What're you doing way down here？ Say； I just noticed your togs。 Dick； you can't be going in for mining or ranching； not in this God…forsaken desert？〃
〃On the square； George； I don't know any more why I'm here thanthan you know。〃
〃Well； that beats me！〃 ejaculated Thorne； sitting back in his chair； amaze and concern in his expression。 〃What the devil's wrong？ Your old man's got too much money for you ever to be up against it。 Dick； you couldn't have gone to the bad？〃
A tide of emotion surged over Gale。 How good it was to meet a friendsome one to whom to talk！ He had never appreciated his loneliness until that moment。
〃George； how I ever drifted down here I don't know。 I didn't exactly quarrel with the governor。 Butdamn it； Dad hurt meshamed me； and I dug out for the West。 It was this way。 After leaving college I tried to please him by tackling one thing after another that he set me to do。 On the square； I had no head for business。 I made a mess of everything。 The governor got sore。 He kept ramming the harpoon into me till I just couldn't stand it。 What little ability I possessed deserted me when I got my back up； and there you are。 Dad and I had a rather uncomfortable half hour。 When I quitwhen I told him straight out that I was going West to fare for myself； why； it wouldn't have been so tough if he hadn't laughed at me。 He called me a rich man's sonan idle； easy…going spineless swell。 He said I didn't even have character enough to be out and out bad。 He said I didn't have sense enough to marry one of the nice girls in my sister's crowd。 He said I couldn't get back home unless I sent to him for money。 He said he didn't believe I could fightcould really make a fight for anything under the sun。 Ohhehe shot it into me； all right。〃
Dick dropped his head upon his hands； somewhat ashamed of the smarting dimness in his eyes。 He had not meant to say so much。 Yet what a relief to let out that long…congested burden！
〃Fight！〃 cried Thorne； hotly。 〃What's ailing him？ Didn't they call you Biff Gale in college？ Dick； you were one of the best men Stagg ever developed。 I heard him say sothat you were the fastest； one…hundred…and…seventy…five…pound man he'd ever trained； the hardest to stop。〃
〃The governor didn't count football；〃 said Dick。 〃He didn't mean that kind of fight。 When I left home I don't think I had an idea what was wrong with me。 But； George； I think I know now。 I was a rich man's sonspoiled； dependent； absolutely ignorant of the value of money。 I haven't yet discovered any earning capacity in me。 I seem to be unable to do anything with my hands。 That's the trouble。 But I'm at the end of my tether now。 And I'm going to punch cattle or be a miner； or do some real stuntlike joining the rebels。〃
〃Aha！ I thought you'd spring that last one on me；〃 declared Thorne； wagging his head。 〃Well； you just forget it。 Say； old boy； there's something doing in Mexico。 The United States in general doesn't realize it。 But across that line there are crazy revolutionists； ill…paid soldiers； guerrilla leaders； raiders； robbers； outlaws； bandits galore； starving peons by the thousand； girls and women in terror。 Mexico is like some of her volcanoesready to erupt fire and hell！ Don't make the awful mistake of joining rebel forces。 Americans are hated by Mexicans of the lower class the fighting class； both rebel and federal。 Half the time these crazy Greasers are on one side； then on the other。 If you didn't starve or get shot in ambush； or die of thirst； some Greaser would knife you in the back for you belt buckle or boots。 There are a good many Americans with the rebels eastward toward Agua； Prieta and Juarez。 Orozco is operating in Chihuahua； and I guess he has some idea of warfare。 But this Sonora； a mountainous desert； the home of the slave and the Yaqui。 There's unorganized revolt everywhere。 The American miners and ranchers； those who could get away； have fled across into the States； leaving property。 Those who couldn't or wouldn't come must fight for their lives； are fighting now。〃
〃That's bad；〃 said Gale。 〃It's news to me。 Why doesn't the government take action； do something？〃
〃Afraid of international complications。 Don't want to offend the Maderists； or be criticized by jealous foreign nations。 It's a delicate situation； Dick。 The Washington officials know the gravity of it； you can bet。 But the United States in general is in the dark； and the armywell； you ought to hear the inside talk back at San Antonio。 We're patrolling the boundary line。 We're making a grand bluff。 I could tell you of a dozen instances where cavalry should have pursued raiders on the other side of the line。 But we won't do it。 The officers are a grouchy lot these days。 You see； of course； what significance would attach to United States cavalry going into Mexican territory。 There would simply be hell。 My own colonel is the sorest man on the job。 We're all sore。 It's like sitting on a powder magazine。 We can't keep the rebels and raiders from crossing the line。 Yet we don't fight。 My commission expires soon。 I'll be discharged in three months。 You can bet I'm glad for more reasons than I've mentioned。〃
Thorne was evidently laboring under strong； suppressed excitement。 His face showed pale under the tan； and his eyes gleamed with a dark fire。 Occasionally his delight at meeting； talking with Gale； domi