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"TRAVELIN' On"                11

               a  grin  spreads o:ver  his  face  as h,e  slips  the  book  into
               his pocket.  It is a Bible.  A fellow gambler approaches
               and  asks, "Is  it  any  good,  Alec?"  And  Alec  replies,
               "I only looked  at the first page,  but that sure seemed
               interestin' ."  Alec  is  too  good  a  sport  to  squeal.

                 There is  a  rush  on the little book  stand and in five
               minutes ther.e is only one copy left.  And that one copy!.
               the  last  one,  is  bought  by  J.  B.  As  each  purchaser
               buys  his  book,  he  involuntarily  seeks  some  nook  to
               see what he has got.  Some take their medicine as did
               Alec,  and  others  are sore.  Among  these  is  Gila,  with
               his  right  arm  in a  sling.  Know-It-All-Haskins  is  also
               sore.  They,  with  some  two  or  three  others,  come  to
               Susan  and  demand  their  money  back.  She  is  about
               to return it but J.  B.  interferes,  saying,  "What in hell
               do  you  all  want  for  five  dollars?  Ain't  that  a  purty
               book?"  J.  B.  cannot  read.  His  name,  the  only  one
               he knows, is the brand of a cattle out-fit he once worked
               for.  The ones  who  are  not satisfied  do  not intend to
               taake things  so  easily,  and  the  situation  is  quite  tense
               for  a  few  moments,  but J.  B.  says,  "I'm escortin'  this
               lady and her little child home and everybody is steppin'
               aside. I'm J. B."  They do step aside and J. B. walks
               with  Susan  and  the  little  child  to  their  home  which
               is only some fifty yards removed from  his stable shack.

                 After Susan and J.B. have left, one of the men asks
               who  f  B.  is,  and  Know-It-All  Haskins  says,  "There
               oncet  was  a  man named  John Bunyan who  wrote  the
               Pilgrim's  Progress,  but  that  ain't  him."

                 Susan is grateful to J. B.  and in her kind and gentle
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               way she shows it.  She even puts her hand upon the arm
                of  B. and tells him of her gratitude.  She is met with
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