But being on horseback, he had the advantage.

He did not tarry in Hawkeye, but went on, thus missing several appointments with creditors.

He was far on his flight eastward, and well out of danger when the next morning dawned.

He telegraphed the Colonel to go down and quiet the laborers--he was bound east for money -- everything would be right in a week--tell the men so--tell them to rely on him and not be afraid.
Sellers found the mob quiet enough when he reached the Landing.
They had gutted the Navigation office, then piled the beautiful engraved stock-books and things in the middle of the floor and enjoyed the bonfire while it lasted.

They had a liking for the Colonel, but still they had some idea of hanging him, as a sort of make-shift that might answer, after a fashion, in place of more satisfactory game.
But they made the mistake of waiting to hear what he had to say first.
Within fifteen minutes his tongue had done its work and they were all rich men .-- He gave every one of them a lot in the suburbs of the city of Stone's Landing, within a mile and a half of the future post office and railway station, and they promised to resume work as soon as Harry got east and started the money along.