I've heard Tom Gavin speak of you." Kelly shook heartily.

"Oh! do ye know Tom?
He's a rare lump of a b'y, is Tom.

We've seen great times together on the plains and on the hills.
It's all gone now.

It's tame as a garden since the buffalo went; they've made it another world, b'y." "Come along, Kelly, and we'll have it out at my office." As the three went out into the street they confronted a close-packed throng.

The word had passed along that the marshal was being "done," and now, singularly silent, the miners waited the opening of the door.
The marshal called from the doorstep: "It's all right.