"What do you mean?" gasped Harrison.
"Just what I say, young man; your name is Wendell Harrison, isn't it? You used to be known here by the name of 'Fighting Harrison,' didn't you?"
"Certainly not, you have the wrong party," answered Harrison indignantly.
"Well, I don't know about that; didn't somebody tell you that this fellow was 'Fighting Harrison,' Bill?"
"They certainly did," answered the stage-driver.
"It is all a mistake," said Harrison.
"Mistake or not, you will have to pay or go back to town with us; that is all there is to it. I believe you are the Harrison I want."
"Oh, Mr. Harrison," said Nell, "do pay this man and let us go on; you can easily recover the money when you go back to town."
"Yes," said Mr. Stiversant, "that certainly is the best way to settle the matter; it is, undoubtedly, a case of mistaken identity, but this man is evidently acting in good faith, and you will have no difficulty in straightening matters upon your return at Flagstaff."