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From the shelving trail, ever sweeping toward the trail in the valley, Colver had noted the halt at the covert, though he had not seen Barbara, nor Stroud. He had seen, of course, that Deveny had not gone to the Rancho Seco, that for some reason or other he had swerved, taking the trail up the valley.
As I retired on the night previous to the proposed meeting, I read the sweet promise of the loving Savior, "I will be with you to the end," with an assurance of entire trust. The hour arrived, and our house was well filled, but with many saddened faces. Brother Colver gave a short discourse, and ordained brother Campbell, who was left in charge of the Baptist branch of the little flock.
The programme as issued was an item of considerable expense to the management; Edward offered to supply his new programme without cost, provided he was given the exclusive right, and the manager at once accepted the offer. Edward then sought a friend, Frederic L. Colver, who had a larger experience in publishing and advertising, with whom he formed a partnership.
For an instant only did Colver hesitate. Then he turned to a lean rider who bestrode a tall, rangy horse. He spoke sharply to the rider: "Hit the breeze to the Rancho Seco, an' get them T Down boys. Fan it, damn you!" The rider was off with the word, leaping his horse down the trail with dizzying speed.
After following the material furnished by these agencies for two or three weeks, Edward decided that there was plenty of room for his new ideas. He discussed the matter with his former magazine partner, Colver, and suggested that if they could induce Mr. Beecher to write a weekly comment on current events for the newspapers it would make an auspicious beginning.
His father's eyes were on the harness he was buckling. "I hope you'll be ready, Martin," answered the father, "even if I ain't." The place where Martin lived was a small settlement distant from town. Martin's father, Mr. Colver, not only three days in the week drove the stage, but other days acted as a sort of expressman, bringing freight in a large wagon over the miles from town.
But after the horsemen passed the point that led to the Star trail, a new anxiety seized Rogers and a passion that sent the blood to his face swept over him. His eyes were glowing with an excitement that he could not repress when he turned to Colver. "Somethin's up!" he snapped. "Deveny's been sullen as hell for a good many days ever since Harlan came to the Star.
"It is a slave revolt!" "Exactly," said the other. "I know what they do to slave revolts, my brother. You are fortunate if they only send you to prison." "They do plenty more than that," said Colver. "I will give you our pamphlet, 'Drops of Blood, and you may read about some of the lynching and tarring and feathering and shooting of Mobland." His eyes twinkled. "That's a dandy name you've hit on!
I had opened the volume with some expectation of a revelation, though of what nature I could not imagine. The first page was disappointing, however, as it contained nothing but the picture of a very fat man in a pea-jacket, with the legend, "Jimmy Colver on the Mail-boat," written beneath it. There followed several pages which were filled with small sketches of Indians and their ways.
Colver was uneasy, not for himself, but for his friend, and I saw him start every time the door was opened. Also, T-S was having some night-scenes taken, and he and Mary were to see the work.
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