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brought inside。 The dust curtains were hung along the shelves of dry goods。 There remained for Merton only the task of delivering a few groceries。 He gathered these and took them out to the wagon in front。 Then he changed from his store coat to his street coat and donned a rakish plush hat。
Amos was also changing from his store coat to his street coat and donning his frayed straw hat。
〃See if you can't keep from actin' crazy while you make them deliveries；〃 said Amos； not uncordially； as he lighted a choice cigar from the box which he kept hidden under a counter。
Merton wished to reply： 〃See here； Mr。 Gashwiler； I've stood this abuse long enough！ The time has come to say a few words to you〃 But aloud he merely responded； 〃Yes； sir！〃
The circumstance that he also had a cigar from the same box； hidden not so well as Amos thought； may have subdued his resentment。 He would light the cigar after the first turn in the road had carried him beyond the eagle eye of its owner。
The delivery wagon outside was drawn by an elderly horse devoid of ambition or ideals。 His head was sunk in dejection。 He was gray at the temples； and slouched in the shafts in a loafing attitude； one forefoot negligently crossed in front of the other。 He aroused himself reluctantly and with apparent difficulty when Merton Gill seized the reins and called in commanding tones； 〃Get on there； you old skate！〃 The equipage moved off under the gaze of Amos； who was locking the doors of his establishment。
Turning the first corner into a dusty side street； Merton dropped the reins and lighted the filched cigar。 Other Gashwiler property was sacred to him。 From all the emporium's choice stock he would have abstracted not so much as a pin； but the Gashwiler cigars； said to be 〃The World's Best 10c Smoke；〃 with the picture of a dissipated clubman in evening dress on the box cover； were different； in that they were pointedly hidden from Merton。 He cared little for cigars； but this was a challenge； the old boy couldn't get away with anything like that。 If he didn't want his cigars touched let him leave the box out in the open like a man。 Merton drew upon the lighted trophy； moistened and pasted back the wrapper that had broken when the end was bitten off； and took from the bottom of the delivery wagon the remains of a buggy whip that had been worn to half its length。 With this he now tickled the bony ridges of the horse。 Blows meant nothing to Dexter； but he could still be tickled into brief spurts of activity。 He trotted with swaying head； sending up an effective dust screen between the wagon and a still possibly observing Gashwiler。
His deliveries made； Merton again tickled the horse to a frantic pace which continued until they neared the alley on which fronted the Gashwiler barn； there the speed was moderated to a mild amble； for Gashwiler believed his horse should be driven with tenderness； and his equally watchful wife believed it would run away if given the chance。
Merton drove into the barnyard； unhitched the horse； watered it at the half of a barrel before the iron pump； and led it into the barn； where he removed the harness。 The old horse sighed noisily and shook himself with relief as the bridle was removed and a halter slipped over his venerable brow。
Ascertaining that the barnyard was vacant； Merton immediately became attentive to his charge。 Throughout the late drive his attitude had been one of mild but contemptuous abuse。 More than once he had uttered the words 〃old skate〃 in tones of earnest conviction； and with the worn end of the whip he had cruelly tickled the still absurdly sensitive sides。 Had beating availed he would with no compunction have beaten the drooping wreck。 But now； all at once； he was curiously tender。 He patted the shoulder softly； put both arms around the bony neck； and pressed his face against the face of Dexter。 A moment he stood thus； then spoke in a tear…choked voice：
〃Good…by； old palthe best； the truest pal a man ever had。 You and me has seen some tough times； old pard； but you've allus brought me through without a scratch； allus brought me through。〃 There was a sob in the speaker's voice； but he manfully recovered a clear tone of pathos。 〃And now； old pal； they're a…takin' ye from meyes； we got to part； you an' me。 I'm never goin' to set eyes on ye agin。 But we got to be brave； old pal； we got to keep a stiff upper lipno cryin' now； no bustin' down。〃
The speaker unclasped his arms and stood with head bowed； his face working curiously； striving to hold back the sobs。
For Merton Gill was once more Clifford Armytage； popular idol of the screen； in his great role of Buck Benson bidding the accustomed farewell to his four…footed pal that had brought him safely through countless dangers。 How are we to know that in another couple of hundred feet of the reel Buck will escape the officers of the law who have him for that hold…up of the Wallahoola stageof which he was innocentleap from a second…story window of the sheriff's office onto the back of his old pal； and be carried safely over the border where the hellhounds can't touch him until his innocence is proved by Estelle St。 Clair； the New York society girl； whose culture demanded a gentleman but whose heart demanded a man。 How are we to know this？ We only know that Buck Benson always has to kiss his horse good…by at this spot in the drama。
Merton Gill is impressively Buck Benson。 His sobs are choking him。 And though Gashwiler's delivery horse is not a pinto； and could hardly get over the border ahead of a sheriff's posse； the scene is affecting。
〃Good…by； again； old pal； and God bless ye！〃 sobs Merton。
CHAPTER II
THAT NIGHTTHE APARTMENTS OF CLIFFORD ARMYTAGE
Merton Gill mealed at the Gashwiler home。 He ate his supper in moody silence； holding himself above the small gossip of the day that engaged Amos and his wife。 What to him meant the announcement that Amos expected a new line of white goods on the morrow； or Mrs。 Gashwiler's version of a regrettable incident occurring at that afternoon's meeting of the Entre Nous Five Hundred Club； in which the score had been juggled adversely to Mrs。 Gashwiler； resulting in the loss of the first prize； a handsome fern dish； and concerning which Mrs。 Gashwiler had thought it best to speak her mind？ What importance could he attach to the disclosure of Metta Judson； the Gashwiler hired girl； who chatted freely during her appearances with food； that Doc Cummins had said old Grandma Foutz couldn't last out another day； that the Peter Swansons were sending clear to Chicago for Tilda's trousseau； and that Jeff Murdock had arrested one of the Giddings boys； but she couldn't learn if it was Ferd or Gus； for being drunk as a fool and busting up a bazaar out at the Oak Grove schoolhouse； and the fighting was something terrible。
Scarcely did he listen to these petty recitals。 He ate in silence； and when he had finished the simple meal he begged to be excused。 He begged this in a lofty； detached； somewhat weary manner； as a man of the world； excessively bored at the dull chatter but still the fastidious gentleman； might have begged it； breaking into one of the many repetitions by his hostess of just what she