Montrose made regular trips to Chicago, to his old home ward, and he invariably came back with the scars of battle, for he loved a fight.

One time in a cow outfit, a big bully tried to "run a whizzer" on Timmy. For a little time those who knew Montrose were surprised to see the stranger apparently "getting by with it." Suddenly the battle fire in the little Irishman blazed up, and after a short but terrific battle, the bully turned and ran.

James O'Hallern liked a good time, and he frequently called the scattered people of the country together in the big buildings at the Seven-U, where they would dance all night and into the next day.

One time when they had gathered for one hundred miles to trip the light fantastic, the cook, Montrose, found access to too many flasks, which the boys had hidden in the barn. Tim had found the cache and his condition was such that O'Hallern had to deny him the joy of the dance floor. He was tremendously humiliated, to hear him tell it, and likewise angry in a maudlin way. He planned deeply and from his pondering a scheme of revenge was formed, that lacked only one little essential element of successful strategy.

He saddled his pony, from the woodpile he selected a club. Ordinarily he was a good man with his fists, but this time he was taking no chances. He took his station at the door from which he had been ejected. Soon one of the boys stepped out to take the air, and Montrose very politely asked him to tell O'Hallern that there was a gentleman at the door who