If McKenzie uttered an ejaculation of surprise, it was not to be wondered at, for he had heard many stories, in Deadwood, concerning the "dare-devil gal dressed up in men's toggery."
"Calamity Jane?" he echoed, picking up his pipe. "Where in the world did you come from, and how did you get here, and what do you want, and—"
"One at a time, please. I came from Deadwood with Road-Agent Dick's party—unknown to them, understand you. That answers two questions. The third is, I want to be around when there's any fun going on; and it's lucky I'm here now. I guess Dick has just got layed out by two fellows in the valley below here, and they've slid off with him over among the foot-hills yonder. I want you to stub along after me, and lend the voices of your sixes, if need be. I'm going to set him at liberty!"
"I'm at your service," Frank quickly replied. Excitement was one of his passions; adventure was another.
"Are you well heeled?"
"I reckon. Always make it a point to be prepared for wild beasts and the like, you know."
"A good idea. Well, if you are ready, we'll slide. I don't want them toughs to get the drop on Dick if I can help it."
"Who are they?"
"Who—the toughs?"
"Yes; they that took the road-agent"