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The Overland Stage, Mr. William Glover on the box, stands before the veranda of the Salt Lake House. The genial Nat Stein is arranging the waybill. James McCormick, missionary, who distributes pasteboard tracts among the Bannock miners; and the pleasing child of gore, Captain D. B. Stover, of the commissary department.
"My mother wasn't of that kind," answered the youth, and then Stover abruptly changed the subject, and away they galloped again after the white mustang, little dreaming of the trouble into which that chase was to lead them.
Ordinary soldiers would have hesitated about following the Mexicans into the forest, but all of the Texans were expert in woodcraft, and thought they could keep out of an ambuscade as well in the woods as out of it. "Stover, supposing you and Dilberry go ahead and reconnoitre," suggested the lieutenant. "I know I can trust you to keep out of trouble."
"I haven't heard about any foot-race." "You tell her," said the man, with another sigh, and a hopeless gesture that told the depth of his feelings. "Why, Stover hired a fellow a couple of months ago as a horse- wrangler. The man said he was hungry, and made a good impression, so we put him on." Here Stover slowly raised one booted foot and kicked his other calf. "The boys nicknamed him Humpy Joe "
"Goin' to take a little run, eh?" inquired Stover. "We allowed we'd lay off a few minutes and watch you." "Thanks!" "Yes," Fresno spoke up. "I told the boys we'd better hold a stop- watch on you and see what shape you're in." "A stop-watch?" said Glass, sharply. "Yes. I have one." "Not to-day," said Speed's trainer. "No!" he admonished, as his protege turned upon him. "Some other time, mebbe.
Ah, well," the speaker sighed, "I hope nothing occurs between now and Saturday to prevent his running." "It won't," Stover grimly assured the Californian. "Nothin' whatever is goin' to occur." "He was speaking yesterday about the possibility of some business engagement " The small man in glasses interrupted. "Nothin' but death shall take him from us, Mr. Fresno."
Skinner was standing like a statue, his toe to the mark, his eyes averted. "You'll start here and run a hundred yards out yonder to the tape," Gallagher announced. "I refuse!" said Speed firmly. For one breathless instant there was a hush of amazement, then a cry of rage. Still Bill Stover hurled the nearest man out of his path, and stode forward, his lean face ablaze.
He felt of the ring and soon became convinced that it was attached to a trap-door of some kind. "If it's a trap-door it must lead to a cellar!" said Stover, hurriedly. "I hope to heaven it does. Try it, lad, an' be quick!" Both crawled from the narrow opening, and Dan pulled upon the ring with all of his strength. Up came a trap-door about two feet square.
Again the spatting arose, this time like the sound of a musketry fusilade, during which Berkeley Fresno entered by the other door. "Don't be so brutal!" wailed the patient to his masseur. "I'm pretty near through. There! Now get up and dress," ordered the trainer, who, pushing his way out through the blankets, halted at sight of the onlookers. "How is he?" demanded Stover.
Stover bowed. "It had sure ought to be, and we thank you for them new assurances. You see, our spiritual on-rest is due to the fact that Humpy Joe's get-away left us broke, and we banked on you to pull us even. That first experience strained our credulity to the bustin' point, and well, in words of one syllable, we come from Joplin." "Missouri," said Willie.
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