The camp wagon was packed and ready to start across the divide, but the cook flourished a newspaper and came running up.
"Here you are, posted like a circus." Mose took the paper, and on the front page read in big letters: BLACK MOSE! Mysterious as Ever.
The Celebrated Dead Shot.
Visits Wagon Wheel, and Swiftly Disappears.
"Damn 'em!" said Mose, "can't they let me alone?
Seems like they can't rest till they crowd me into trouble.".