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"Are they as important as ever?" asked Jack, with a smile. "Yes, and more so, Jack. I'll just give you a hint," the miner said, in a low voice. "Wayde and I have discovered a secret mine, and if things go right it may mean a big thing for us." "A secret mine?" questioned the young pony express rider. "Yes.
"I went into it with Wayde, and we've found the mine. It's rich, too, and it isn't far from here. But there are certain legal forms to comply with before we can actually begin work, and these letters refer to those matters.
The reason Wayde didn't want to send them the other time was because he feared a counter legal move on the part of some men who are trying to locate the mine and get it away from those entitled to it But now matters are about straightened out, and I'm going to send off these letters by you. I'll expect answers back soon, and when they come " Mr.
It was a hold-up," Jack explained. "But I have the mail and express stuff back that is I hope I have it all," he added. Another moment and he was surrounded by his friends. There were Jed Monty, the stage driver, Dr. Brown, Amos Perkfeld, the president of the express company, Payson Wayde and Mr. Argent, besides Henry Applebaugh, the hotel keeper, and one of his stable boys. "Are you all right.
And, having secured his pouches of mail and express stuff to the saddle, Jack leaped to the back of Sunger and was off at a gallop. "A fine lad," murmured Mr. Wayde to the miner, as they turned back to the hotel. "Yes, indeed. I was afraid you were going to hurt his feelings by saying it wouldn't be safe to send mail by him." "Oh, no, indeed. I guess you can trust him, can't you?"
Was this because of the letter that had put his father under suspicion the Harrington epistle or was it because of false reports being spread by those who wanted Jack's place? Something of what was passing through Jack's mind seemed to communicate itself to the mining assayist, whose name was Payson Wayde. He smiled at our hero, and said: "Don't worry, my lad.
Jack, however, did not altogether share this view. It was about a week after this that, as Jack reached the Mansion Hotel one morning to receive the mail, he was approached by Mr. Argent, who had a number of red-sealed letters in his hand. "This time I'm really going to let you take them, Jack," he said. "My friend Wayde thinks it's all right to forward them to their destination now."
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