The dust weighed before you, and taken at sixteen dollars the ounco the highest price on the Gaudymala coast.’
“Then the crowd disperses all of a sudden, and I don’t know what’l up. Mac and me packs away the hand-mirrors and jewelry they had handed back to us, and we had the mules back to the corral they had set apart for our garage.
“While we was there we hear great noises of shouting, and down across the plaza runs Patrick Shane, hotfoot, with his clothes ripped half off, and scratches on his face like a cat had fought him hard for every one of its lives.
‘“They’re looting the treasury, W. D.,’ he sings out. ‘They’re going to kill me and you, too. Unlimber a couple of mules at once. We’ll have to make a get-away in a couple of minutes.’
“‘They’ve found out,’ says I, ‘the truth about the law of supply and demand.’
‘“It’s the women, mostly,’ says the King. ‘And they used to admire me so