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"Will somebody please tell me where to find ue as he could cohtest attention It was the sa, half alance around the store The place had felt bare; and Jean, peering back through gloooods and sacks littered a long rude counter; long rough shelves divided their length into stacks of canned foods and eenerous burden of cartridge boxes, and next to it stood a rack of rifles On the counter lay open cases of plug tobacco, the odor of which was second in strength only to that of ru eye reverted to the reasy checkerboard The fourth ned to look at Jean Not noestedthan familiarity with a bucksaw and plow handle It was a lazy hand The man looked lazy If he spoke at all it would be with lazy speech, yet Jean had not encountered many men to whom he would have accorded more potency to stir in hiaunt-faced Texan, "old Gass lives aboot ahand he indicated a general direction to the south; then, appearing to forget his questioner, he turned his attention to the ga out, he ain, and drove the packfolds to-day," he said "If I reht he was a oin' to be hell" Beyond the store were some rather pretty and comfortable homes, little ranch houses back in the coves of the hills The road turned west and Jean saw his first sunset in the Tonto Basin It was a pageant of purple clouds with silver edges, and background of deep rich gold Presently Jean enially, and with a double purpose "My name's Jean Isbel By Golly! I'm lost in Grass Valley Will you tell me where my dad lives?"