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I shook hands with the old stage-driver as he let me down in front of the tavern; and as I went in search of the landlord, I thought of the remark of the Chicago woman who, in riding from Warwick over to Stratford, said, "Goodness me! why should a man like Shakespeare ever take it in his head to live so far off!" Salisbury has four hundred people.
The stage-driver recovered first, pulled off his mittens, examined his fingers and felt quickly of nose, ears, and chin. He looked sharply at Hillas and nodded. Unceremoniously they stripped off the stranger's gloves, reached for a pan, opened the door, dipped it into the drift and plunged Smith's fingers down in the snow. "Your nose is white, too. Thaw it out."
"Mos' likely the stage-driver got it wrong, then." "Yes. Must have drownded somebody else. Here they come! That's her ridin' the horse. There's the Westfalls. Where are you running to?" "To fix up. Got any soap around hyeh?" "Yes," shouted Swinton, for the Virginian was now some distance away; "towels and everything in the dugout." And he went to welcome his first formal guests.
"Can you tell me where I can find the stage-driver?" "That's me," grunted Mr. Blake. "Be you wantin' anythin'?" "Only to pay you for taking us up to the house last night, and to arrange about our trunks. Can you deliver them this afternoon?" "I ain't a-runnin' of no livery, but I can take 'em up, if that's what you're wantin'." "Exactly," said Harlan, "and the box, too, if you will.
I asked you whether you took the warrant or not, because the line of defense that presents itself first is to follow the track of your suspicions, and fix the guilt on some one else if we can. I understand, however, that that course is closed to us?" Charlton nodded his head. "We might try to throw suspicion only suspicion, you know on the stage-driver or somebody else. Eh?
"Why, Fanny, didn't Tom tell you about it?" queried Jack. "Tom? Oh, you mean Mr. Ruger. He only sent me down here." "Just like him, Fan; very few words he ever wastes. Ah, sister, we don't have such men out East." "So the stage-driver told me," said Fanny, demurely. "There, Fan, you're poking fun now. Wait till I get through.
"A kid stage-driver come from Point of Rocks one day and went back the next. Then the foreman of the 76 outfit, and the horse-wrangler from the Bar-Circle-L, and two deputy marshals, with punchers, stringin' right along, all got their tumble. Old Judge Burrage from Cheyenne come up in August for a hunt and stayed round here and never hunted at all.
It stood on the gentle slope of a hill, the old gray house, with its weather-beaten clapboards and its roof of ragged shingles. It was in the very lap of the road, so that the stage-driver could almost knock on the window pane without getting down from his seat, on those rare occasions when he brought "old Mis' Bascom" a parcel from Saco.
And besides, you've got to have somethin' to eat. I always get my dinner here. So come along; you're my company to-day, an' I told Mrs. Pepper not to put you up anything to eat." Strangely enough, at the mention of dinner, Joel still clung to the hope of remaining with the horses. Seeing which, the stage-driver wasted no more words, but picked an end of his jacket in his fingers and bore him off.
Harding had little to say of his visit to the fort, more than to hint that the soldiers were too much occupied just then with their own affairs to care much for the killing of a stage-driver and couple of passengers. As no Government funds had been taken by the outlaws, the miners would have to look to their own protection, for a while at least.
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