"Did you see the write-up in yesterday's Mother Lode ?" "Yes--I saw it, and cussed you for it." "I knowd you would, but I couldn't help it.

Billy, the editor, got hold of me and pumped the whole story out of me before I knew it.

I don't think it does you any harm." "It didn't do me any good," replied Mose shortly.
"Say, the princess wants to see you.

She's on the street somewhere now, looking for you." "Where's the telegraph office ?" he abruptly asked.
The telegram from his father had put the idea into his head to communicate in that way with Mary and Jack.
The marshal led the way to a stage office wherein stood a counter and a row of clicking machines.
"What is the cost of a telegram to Marmion, Iowa ?" asked Mose.
"One dollar, ten words.

Each ad----" Mose thrust his hand into his pocket and pulled out all his money, a handful of small change.