He seemed to have disappeared from the scene.
[CHAPTER IX.]
THE ATTACK ON THE STAGE.
The journey by stage to that wonderful valley which the Indians named the Yosemite has been so often described that we will not take up the time of our readers by dwelling on the marvelous scenery of the Sierras.
Stopping for dinner at Mariposa, which is the first resting-place after leaving Merced, where the railway ends, the stage went on to Clark's Station.
About ten miles from the hotel there is the wonderful grove of big trees, to see which is alone worth a journey of three thousand miles.
When they were nearing the hotel they encountered two shepherds, who were walking in great haste.
"Take care," said one.
"Of what?" asked the driver, pulling up.