But when morning dawned, Gloriana lay flushed and feverish upon her pillow, her head throbbing until she could scarcely open her eyes. Tabitha was alarmed, and between her worry over the sick girl lying in their darkened room, and her ministrations to croupy Janie, who had caught cold sleeping in the night air on the mountain top, the poor housekeeper was so nearly distracted that she had little time to devote to the rest of her large family, and they wandered about the premises like so many disconsolate chicks who had lost their mother. It was an ideal time to get into mischief, and yet something restrained them.

The girls, it seemed, had slept through all the racket of the previous night, and were not aware that anything out of the ordinary had occurred, but they could not understand the tense atmosphere; and when Mercedes heroically tried to fill Tabitha’s place the other members of the brood resented her authority, frankly found fault with her badly cooked oatmeal and unsalted potatoes, and insulted her attempts at housekeeping in such a heartless, unfeeling manner that she finally dissolved in tears and refused to do anything further toward their comfort. Susie and Inez quarreled over the dishes and had the sulks all day. The boys, still fearful of the consequences of their latest prank, and somewhat remorseful at having frightened Gloriana into a fever, wandered aimlessly away toward town, glad to escape from Tabitha’s watchful eye, and greatly relieved to think no mention had been made by anyone of the burglars’ visit.

“Guess the girls couldn’t have heard the noise last night,” ventured Toady, when they had left the house far enough behind to make it impossible for anyone to overhear their conversation.

“The girls?” repeated Billiard blankly, his thoughts on another phase of the situation.

“Mercedes and Susie and the twins, I mean.”

“Oh! P’r’aps Tabitha’s making ’em keep still.”

“Do you think Tabitha knows we did it?” cried Toady in alarm.

“Naw, you ninny! That is, not ’nless Glory’s gone and squealed.”

“But -”

“I meant she’d prob’ly try to hush them up if they had heard our racket, so’s the whole town wouldn’t know about the burglars.”

“Why? That’s just what is worrying me. If she has hushed them up, it’s just to make us believe she doesn’t suspect. I’ll bet the constable will be up there bright and early with his d’tectives, asking all sorts of questions, and everyone in Silver Bow will join in the hunt.”

“Then we’ll be found out even if Glory doesn’t tell.”

Toady nodded gloomily.

“It’ll go hard with us if the constable should find out who did it.”

Again Toady nodded.

“We-better-light-out-now.”

Toady stopped stock-still in the roadway. “Why?” he demanded.

“Do you want to go to jail?”

“Naw, but they don’t put kids in jail here. I s’pose likely we’d get a good thrashing -”

“Would you rather stay here and take a whaling than skip while you’ve got the chance?” cried Billiard, turning pale at the mere thought of such a punishment at the hands of a desert constable, who, somehow, in his imagination, had assumed the proportions and disposition of a monster.

“We-we deserve a sound licking,” bravely replied Toady, whose conscience was troubling him sorely.

It was Billiard’s turn to halt in the rocky road and stare with unbelieving eyes at his brother, finally finding vent for his feelings by hissing the single word, “Coward!”

“No more coward than you!” Toady denied. “We have been as mean as dirt ever since we came here, and if Tabitha had been as hateful as most girls are, she’d have written Uncle Hogan long ago.”

“So you’re fishing to get her to write, are you?”

“No, I ain’t, but I believe she’d-like it-better-if we told her ourselves, instead of getting found out by someone else.”

“Oh! Going to turn goody-goody, are you?” sneered Billiard, not willing to admit that he had been thinking similar thoughts.

Toady bristled. “I hate goody-goodies as bad as you do,” he said, with eyes flashing. “But I’m going to own up to my part in last night’s racket. We might have scared Glory to death.”

“Pooh! You make me sick! Suppose you think she’ll let you off easy if you squeal. Well, go ahead, tattler! You will change your mind maybe, when she writes to Uncle Hogan.”

“If she wants to write Uncle Hogan, let her write!” screamed the exasperated Toady, stung by his brother’s taunts. “I’m going to quit bothering them right here and now; and what’s more, I’m going to own up, too.”

“Tattler!”

Toady turned on his heel and strode haughtily away, not daring to trust himself to further speech.

“Coward! ’Fraid cat! Sissy girl!” jeered Billiard.

That was the last straw. The younger boy wheeled about and retraced his steps in a slow, ominous manner. Thrusting his angry face close to Billiard’s, and shaking his clenched fist under his nose, he said quietly, “Say that again if you dare, Williard McKittrick!”

Billiard was delighted. He had succeeded in making Toady mad, and now he would have the pleasure of thrashing him. He felt just like pounding someone.

“Coward! ’Fraid cat! Sis -”

A white fist shot out with accurate aim, striking the bully squarely between the eyes. A shower of stars danced merrily about him, blood spurted from his nose, and the next thing he knew, he was stretched flat on the rocky ground, with a grim-faced Toady bending over him.

“Do you take it back?” a menacing voice was asking.

“You-you-” spluttered the angry victim, mopping his streaming nose with his coat sleeve.

“Or do you want some more?” The doubled-up fist drew perilously near the disfigured face in the gravel.

“That’s it! Hit a fellow when he’s down!” taunted the fallen bully, still unable to realize just what had happened.

“I shan’t hit you while you’re down,” said Toady calmly but decisively. “I’ll let you get onto your pins and then I’ll knock them from under you again.”

And Billiard, looking up into the determined face above him, knew that it was no idle threat. Toady was in deadly earnest, but still the older boy temporized. It would never do to give in to Toady. If he took such a step as that, his leadership was gone forever. “Aw, come off!” he began, in what he meant to be jocular tones. “Quit your fooling and let me up! I’ve swallowed a bucket of blood already!”

“Will you take it back, or shall I pummel the stuffing out of you?”

Billiard capitulated. “I take it back,” he said sullenly, “but,”-as Toady removed his knees from his chest and allowed him to rise-“I’ll get even with you for this.”

“All right,” responded the younger boy cheerfully. “But don’t forget that you will get what’s coming to you, too.”

“Don’t be so sure, sonny! You took me off guard; you know you did, or you’d never have laid me out. You weren’t fair.”

Toady, tasting his first victory over his bully brother, and finding it very sweet, suggested casually, “I’ll scrap you any time you say. Now, if you like.”

“My head aches too bad,” said the other hastily. “That was a nasty place to fall. It’s a wonder it didn’t fracture my skull.”

Toady looked back at the spot which Billiard had adorned a moment before, and remorse overtook him. “I’m sorry, old chap, if I hurt you,” he said contritely. “I wasn’t aiming to put you out of business, but you made me so all-fired mad -”

“Aw, forget it! I was just fooling,” protested Billiard, shamed by Toady’s frank and manly confession. “Say, ain’t that the haunted house the girls are always talking about?”

“Which? Maybe ’tis. It’s the last one in town, they said. Mercy promised to point it out the next time we climbed the trail behind the house. Do you s’pose it really is haunted?”

“I dunno,” Billiard answered indifferently.

Haunted houses in his opinion were things to be avoided. He had merely sought to distract Toady’s thoughts from their fistic encounter by mentioning the place. But the younger boy’s curiosity was aroused, and as they neared the deserted, unpainted, dilapidated hut, he studied it closely. To him it looked like any other untenanted shack in the mining town, and so he said musingly, “I wonder if that man really did kill himself there, or was he murdered?”

Billiard shivered. “Mercedes said he died there. That’s all I know.”

“She told me he was found dead, with all his pockets turned inside out, and -”

“Oh, Toady,” interrupted Billiard again, “here’s a plant just like those mamma always has in her garden. I didn’t s’pose things like that would grow here on the desert.”

“That’s a castor bean.”

“Like they make castor oil of?”

“Sure! At least, I guess so. Glory told me it’s the only thing green on the desert that the burros won’t eat. Folks could have flowers here the same as back home if water didn’t cost so much, and the burros didn’t eat the plants as fast as they came up.”

“It’s the first castor bean I’ve seen here.”

“Why, there’s a whole bunch down by the drug-store! We’ve passed them dozens of times. Where are your eyes?”

Billiard’s face flushed wrathfully. Toady’s recent victory had made him suddenly very important and domineering, but his fists were certainly hard enough to deal a telling blow; so the older boy, still caressing his swollen, aching nose, thought it wise to overlook such sarcastic flings, and, pretending to be deeply interested in the queer-leaved plant, he casually asked, “Do they all have such funny burrs on them?”

“When they’re big enough. That’s where the castor beans themselves grow.”

Billiard gingerly picked one of the strange balls and minutely examined the hooked prickles of the reddish covering. Then with his jack-knife he proceeded to investigate the inside. “Do you s’pose they really make castor oil out of these? I don’t see how they can.”

“Glory says they do.”

“The insides smell something like castor oil, but they don’t look at all oily.”

“I’ll bet they taste oily.”

“Stump you to eat one!”

“Huh! It doesn’t bother me to take castor oil. I can eat anything!” To prove his boast, he plumped one white bean into his mouth, and chewed it down with apparent relish.

Billiard watched him with eagle eyes to see that he actually did swallow it, then held out another, and Toady obediently munched it. Three, four, five,-bean by bean they disappeared down his throat; but at last he rebelled.

“You hain’t tasted one, Billiard McKittrick! How many do you think you are going to feed me?”

The brother laughed derisively. “Wanted to see how big a fool you was,” he jeered. “Thought you were going to eat all there were on the bush.”

Toady made no reply. The beans tasted anything but appetizing, and already the boy was beginning to feel queer.

“Sure you don’t want some more?” teased Billiard.

“No. Guess I’ll go home.”

“And tat-tell about last night?” Billiard remembered all at once the reason they were so far from the Eagles’ Nest, and was alarmed lest Toady’s threatened confession should involve him also.

“Y-e-s.”

“I think you’re downright mean, Toady McKittrick!”

“I shan’t tell on you.”

“Might as well! They will know I was in it.”

“And you know you ought to own up, too.”

“Cut it out, good-Toady. If you won’t tell, I’ll not plague them-nor you-any more.”

Toady silently plodded on, and in exasperation Billiard caught him by the shoulder and shook him roughly.

“Le’ go!” muttered the boy. “I’m going home, I tell you! Ge’ out my way!”

The white misery of that round, freckled face as it turned toward him struck terror to the older brother’s heart, and he excitedly demanded, “What’s the matter, kid? Are you sick?”

“Feel funny,” panted the castor-bean victim. “I-want-to-lie-down.”

“Let’s hurry then. We’ll soon be home.” Billiard was genuinely alarmed now, and seizing the other’s cold hand, he tried to hasten the lagging steps up the rocky trail. But Toady was really too ill to care what happened or where he went, and he stumbled blindly on, tripping over a loose pebble here, or bruised by staggering into a boulder there, protesting one minute that he could go no further, and the next instant begging Billiard to hurry faster.

At length, however, the house was reached, and Toady drifted like a crumpled leaf across the threshold and lay down in the middle of the floor. Irene had seen them coming, and rushed pell-mell for Tabitha, shrieking in horrified accents, “Kitty, oh, Kitty, they’ve been to a s’loon and got drunk!”

So Tabitha was somewhat prepared for their dramatic entrance; but one glance at the livid lips, pinched nose and heavy, lusterless eyes would have convinced her that Irene was mistaken, even if Billiard had not caught the words and indignantly denied it. However, recalling a certain episode in Jerome Vane’s life in Silver Bow, she demanded severely, “How many cigarettes has he smoked, Billiard McKittrick?”

“He hain’t been smoking at all!” declared that young gentleman, more ruffled at Tabitha’s tone than at her accusation. “He-he-I dared him to eat some castor-beans, and I guess they made him sick.”

“Castor-beans!” shrieked Tabitha in wild alarm. “Go for the doctor at once. Dr. Hayes at the drug-store! Tell him it’s castor-beans. He worked all night to save the Horan children who ate them once.”

Billiard had shot out of the door before the words were out of her mouth and was half-way down the trail before the dazed girl awoke with a start to the realization that something must be done at once for the suffering boy on the floor, or it might be too late. “We must make him vomit,” she said to red-eyed Mercedes, who had come out of her hiding-place to see what was the cause of all the commotion.

“But how?”

“I don’t know myself what emetic would be best. They use mustard and warm water for some poisons, and-oh, I remember! Bring me that three-cornered, blue bottle from the cupboard, Susie. Hurry! Your mother told me to use plenty of that if any of you got poisoned. Mercedes, light the stove and set on the tea kettle. Inez, get the boy’s bed ready, and Irene, bring some clean towels from the closet.”

Tabitha had suddenly grown calm again, and as she issued orders to the panic-stricken sisters, she was deftly at work herself, pouring the vile-tasting emetic down poor, unresisting Toady’s throat. She worked hard and furiously, fearful that her efforts might fail, and her heart sank within her as she watched the white face grow whiter and listened to the weak moans which escaped his lips with every breath.

Would the doctor never come? The suspense was horrible. When it seemed as if she must scream with frenzy, the five watchers on the door-step shouted wildly, “He’s coming, he’s coming! Billiard found him and he’s got his v’lise!”

Another instant and he was in the kitchen kneeling beside the limp form on the floor, and working as he questioned. It was over at last, the boy was pronounced out of danger, and Tabitha, weak and trembling, felt her strength suddenly ooze from her limbs.

“Here, here, none of that!” commanded the physician in gruff but kindly tones. “There is no use of fainting now, my girl, when you have done your work so well. But for your efforts before I got here, the chap might have been-well, he can thank his lucky stars that he is in the land of the living.”

Perhaps Toady heard, for when Tabitha bent over him a few moments later, the brown eyes fluttered weakly open, and the repentant sinner murmured, “How is Glory?”

“Better. She will be well by morning. But you mustn’t talk now.”

“Yes, I must, ’cause I made her sick. I burgled-that is, I pretended I was a burglar last night and hid under your bed. I only meant to scare you, though. Honest!”

“Sh! I know all about it. Go to sleep now, Toady.” When seeing an unspoken question in his eyes, she answered, “No, Glory didn’t give you away. I found it out myself.”

“The constable -”

“I never went for him at all. He doesn’t know a thing about it.”

“Uncle Hogan-I expect you’d better write him. It was awful mean of me, and I’m sorry, but he ought to know.”

“Not this time, Toady. I am sure you will not forget again.”

A great light of relief crept into the big, brown eyes, and Toady answered with all the vim he could muster, “You are right, I won’t.”