He sent for Harvey Davis, and had old Selim saddled as quickly as possible.
"H'yar's de letters and telegrums, Mah'sr Harry," said Miles, unlocking his saddle-bags and taking out a bundle of letters and some telegrams, written on the regular telegraphic blanks and tied up in a little package.
As the mail was a private one, and old Miles was known to be perfectly honest, he carried the key and attended personally to the locking and unlocking of his saddle-bags.
"But I don't want the letters, Miles," said Harry.

"I've nothing to do with them.

Give me the telegrams, and I'll send them across." "Don't want de letters ?" cried Miles, his eyes and mouth wide open in astonishment.

"Why, I can't carry de letters ober no mor'n I kin de telegrams." "Well, neither can I," said Harry.
"Den what's de use ob dat wire ?" exclaimed Miles.

"I thought you uns ud send de letters an' all ober dat wire?
Dere's lots more letters dan telegrums." "I know that," said Harry, hurriedly; "but we can't send letters.