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The Marshal of Sheridan.
It was called a depot merely through courtesy, consisting of a layer of cinders, scattered promiscuously so as to partially conceal the underlying mud, and a dismantled box car, in which presided ticket agent and telegrapher.

A hundred yards below was the big shack where the railroad officials lodged.

Across the tracks blazed invitingly the "First Chance" saloon.

All intervening space was crowded with men, surging aimlessly about in the glare of a locomotive head light, and greeting the alighting passengers with free and easy badinage.