And who is there here who knows who you really are ?" "No one," said Flint, with sudden hopelessness.
"And you say you're an orphan, and ain't got any relations livin' that you're beholden to ?" "No one." "Then, take my advice, and BE Fowler, and stick to it! Be Fowler until Fowler turns up, and thanks you for it; for you've saved Fowler's life, as Pete would never have funked and lost his grit over Fowler as he did with you; and you've a right to his name." He stopped, and the same odd, superstitious look came into his dark eyes.
"Don't you see what all that means?
Well, I'll tell you.

You're in the biggest streak of luck a man ever had.

You've got the cards in your own hand! They spell 'Fowler'! Play Fowler first, last, and all the time.
Good-night, and good luck, MR.

FOWLER." The next morning's journal contained an account of the justifiable killing of the notorious desperado and ex-convict, Australian Pete, by a courageous young miner by the name of Fowler.

"An act of firmness and daring," said the "Pioneer," "which will go far to counteract the terrorism produced by those lawless ruffians." In his new suit of clothes, and with this paper in his hand, Flint sought the dry-goods proprietor--the latter was satisfied and convinced.
That morning Harry Flint began his career as salesman and as "Shelby Fowler." From that day Shelby Fowler's career was one of uninterrupted prosperity.