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Updated: June 13, 2025
Bob and Betty were to change at Chassada to make connections for Flame City, where Betty's Uncle Dick was stationed, and soon after breakfast the brakeman called the name of the station and they descended from the train.
But Bob began to think presently that perhaps Chassada differed in more ways than one from the towns to which he was accustomed. In the first place, though every one seemed to have plenty of money there was a neat and attractive jewelry store conspicuous between a barber shop and a grain store no one seemed to have to work.
Hope you have a place to stay, though; Flame City isn't much more than a store and a post-office." Betty looked up from rubbing her skirt with her clean handkerchief in an endeavor to remove some of the gravel stains. "Isn't Flame City larger than Chassada?" she demanded. "Larger? Why, Chassada is four or five years ahead," explained the Chassada man.
Micah Davis was a Yankee, as he proudly told Bob, "born and raised in New Hampshire," and his shrewd common sense and dry humor stood him in good stead in the rather lawless environment of Chassada. He was well acquainted with the unlovely characteristics of the five who had chased Bob, and when he heard the whole story he promised to look up the Chinaman and see what he could do for him.
Don't let us bother about going up close to a well we can see enough from the town limits. Look, there's one now!" They had reached the edge of the narrow, straggling group of streets that was all of Chassada, and now Betty pointed toward the west where tall iron framework rose in the air.
The barrels had luckily been empty and had rolled over and into her harmlessly. "Well, looks like you're all right," grinned the Chassada citizen who had followed Bob more leisurely. "Let me help you up this grade. There now, you're fine and dandy, barring a little dirt that will wash off. George Zinker excavated last winter for a house, and then didn't build.
As it rolled on they both were conscious of a momentary feeling of loneliness, for in the long journey from Washington they had grown accustomed to their comfortable quarters and to the kindly train crew. They had an hour to wait in Chassada, and Bob suggested that they leave their bags at the station and walk around the town. "I believe they have oil wells near here," he said.
If a gang want to beat up a stranger they don't find much opposition. In a few years we'll have better order, but just now the toughs have it. Sorry you had to have this experience." "I'll always remember Chassada pleasantly because of you," said Betty impulsively. "Hark! Isn't that the train? Yes, it is. Don't mind me go back to Bob. I'm all right, honestly I am!"
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