This from the Yankee, who seemed unusually excited as he gazed after the moving carriage.
"It's Mr. Brown, I believe," answered Bordine. The gentleman had been but a short time in town, but as he spent money freely and drove a fast horse he had attracted attention, and the young engineer had heard his name mentioned freely by some of his friends.
"Brown?"
"From Denver."
"Is that so? Where does he hang out?"
"At the 'Golden Lion'."
Without speaking again the inquisitive Yankee hurried on. In a little time he sighted the carriage and its occupants. He followed at a respectful distance, and saw it halt in front of a small house in the suburbs.
The lady alighted.
"Now, Andrew—"
"Curse you! Why will you speak that name?" the man flung back, savagely. "Iris, you have been trouble enough to me, and I won't be dogged in this way."