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Dinner finished, the fisherrass and smoked

A man cantered out of the patch of woods above and drew up at the cabin, disposing hientlemen Heard the latest?" He drew a arette he had rolled

"We'll know after you've told us what it is," Colter suggested

"The Gunnison country ce'tainly is being honored, boys A party of effete Britishers are staying at the Lodge Got in last night I seen the ladies that grade up A1, a Johnnie boy with an eyeglass, and another lad who looks like one round up Also, and irl to button the ladies up the back, and a valley chap to say 'Yes, sir, coot it all down like a book, Steve," grinned Curly

"Any names?" asked Colter

"Names to burn," returned the native "A whole herd of names, honest to God Most any of 'em has five or six, the way the Denver Post tells it Me, I can't keep ive you the A B C of it The old parties are Lord Ja ladies call her Lady Jiht trunks, s'elp ht and a Miss Joyce Seldon--and, oh, yes! a Captain Kiler"

Colter flashed a quick look at Cru rown hard and frosty

"It's a plumb waste of money to take a newspaper when you're around, Steve," drawled Colter, in amiable derision "Happen to notice the color of the ladies' eyes?"

The garrulous cowpuncher was on the spot once more "Sure, I did, leastways one of them I want to tell you lads that Miss Joyce Seldon is the prettiest skirt that ever hit this neck of the woods--and her eyes, say, they're like pansies, soft and deep and kinder velvety"

The fishermen shouted Their mirth was hearty and uncontained

"Go to it, Steve Tell us soenerally the leader in all the ca on his waders and buckling on his creel Now he slipped the loop of the landing net over his head

"We want a full bill of particulars, Steve You go back and size up the eyes of the lady lord and the other feayly