What is his big chief one?
Sight, maybe. Hearing, maybe. Instinct, maybe. Magic, maybe. Take your choicegrown-ups, twenty- five; children and servants, half price. Now Ill tell you what he can do. You can start here, and just disappear; you can go and hide wherever you want to, I dont care where it is, nor how farand hell go straight and put his finger on you.
You dont mean it!
I just do, though. Weathers nothing to himelemental conditions is nothing to himhe dont even take notice of them.
Oh, come! Dark? Rain? Snow? Hey?
Its all the same to him. He dont give a damn.
Oh, sayincluding fog, peraps?
Fog! hes got an eye t can plunk through it like a bullet.
Now, boys, honor bright, whats he giving me?
Its a fact! they all shouted. Go on, Wells-Fargo.
Well, sir, you can leave him here, chatting with the boys, and you can slip out and go to any cabin in this camp and open a bookyes, sir, a dozen of themand take the page in your memory, and hell start out and go straight to that cabin and open every one of them books at the right page, and call it off, and never make a mistake.
He must be the devil!
More than one has thought it. Now Ill tell you a perfectly wonderful thing that he done. The other night he
There was a sudden great murmur of sounds outside, the door flew open, and an excited crowd burst in, with the camps one white woman in the lead and crying:
My child! my child! shes lost and gone! For the love of God help me to find Archy Stillman; weve hunted everywhere!
Said the barkeeper:
Sit down, sit down, Mrs. Hogan, and dont worry. He asked for a bed three hours ago, tuckered out tramping the trails the way hes always doing, and went upstairs. Ham Sandwich, run up and roust him out; hes in No. 14.
The youth was soon downstairs and ready. He asked Mrs. Hogan for particulars.
Bless you, dear, there aint any; I wish there was. I put her to sleep at seven in the evening, and when I went in there an hour ago to go to bed myself, she was gone. I rushed for your cabin, dear, and you wasnt there, and Ive hunted for you ever since, at every cabin down the gulch, and now Ive come up again, and Im that distracted and scared and heart-broke; but, thanks to God, Ive found you at last, dear heart, and youll find my child. Come on! come quick!
Move right along; Im with you, madam. Go to your cabin first.
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