I opened my eyes. Sure enough, it was a Pi Ute Injun I used toknow in Tulare County; mighty good fellow--I remembered being athis funeral, which consisted of him being burnt and the otherInjuns gauming their faces with his ashes and howling likewildcats. He was powerful glad to see me, and you may make up yourmind I was just as glad to see him, and feel that I was in theright kind of a heaven at last.

I hopped onto the carpet and held my breath and shut my eyes andwished I was in the booking-office of my own section. The verynext instant a voice I knew sung out in a business kind of a way--