This yere's the Dook o' Chatham Street, the Livin' Skeleton, and me!" "May we ask, fair young sir," said the Living Skeleton, who, however, seemed in fairly robust condition, "whence came ye on the wings of the morning, and whose Marble Halls ye hev left desolate ?" "I came across the plains, and got into Stockton two days ago on Mr.
Peyton's train," said Clarence, indignantly, seeing no reason now to conceal anything.

"I came to Sacramento to find my cousin, who isn't living there any more.

I don't see anything funny in THAT! I came here to the mines to dig gold--because---because Mr.Silsbee, the man who was to bring me here and might have found my cousin for me, was killed by Indians." "Hold up, sonny.

Let me help ye," said the first speaker, rising to his feet.

"YOU didn't get killed by Injins because you got lost out of a train with Silsbee's infant darter.