Lonesome Linthicum and Bill Jernigan, a pair of cowboys, have been up all night, playing the tiger in an Arizona saloon. Ordinarily firm friends, they are now irritable from loss of sleep and too much drink, and have drawn guns over some trivial matter. A tragedy seems imminent when a little baby girl appears upon the scene. The other men of the room have taken to their hands and knees on the floor, and are hiding behind tables and chairs, waiting for the expected fusillade. When the child breaks upon the scene she thinks they are playing “I spy.” She calls up all the big men and the two fighters sink into chairs in wonderment. She soon has all the big sobered ones playing “London Bridge is falling down.” They stand her upon the chair and give her lemonade. Suddenly her father rushes in, and is greatly alarmed at seeing his child surrounded by these rough-looking men. It appears that her parents are traveling for the mother’s health, and the little one had wandered away. One of the big miners lifts the baby on his shoulder and then the procession forms as the cowboys fall into line and take her to the mother. The Eastern family drive away to the train, and the little girl has the satisfaction of having averted a tragedy, as the two fighting cowboys, now sobered and softened by the influence of innocent childhood, are shaking hands.