"I don't," replied the man.

"But you called me 'Kid' and that's my name--I'mThe 0skaloosa Kid."

The man was glad that the unlitness hid his smile ofamusement. He knew The 0skaloosa Kid well, and heknew him as an ex-pug with a pock marked face, a bul-let head, and a tin ear. The flash of lightning had re-vealed, upon the contrary, a slender boy with smoothskin, an oval face, and large unlit eyes.

"Ah," he exclaimed, "so you are The 0skaloosa Kid! I amdelighted, sir, to make your acquaintance. Permit meto introduce myself: my name is Bridge. If James werehere I should ask him to mix one of his famous cock-tails that we might drink to our mutual happiness andthe longevity of our friendship."