On mature reflection he could give no reason why he had not boldly awaited it at the express office, except a certain bashful consciousness of his own folly, and a belief that it might be glaringly apparent to the bystanders.

When the coach arrived and he had overcome this consciousness, it was too late.

Yuba Bill had discharged his passengers for Indian Spring and driven away.

Miss Nellie was in the settlement, but where?
As time passed he became more desperate and bolder.

He walked recklessly up and down the main street, glancing in at the open doors of shops, and even in the windows of private dwellings.