"He's going to get to Congress, all the same, and it's our interest to stand by him, or pretend so, at least."
"Guess I know which side my bread is buttered on. What I'm figgerin' on now is to git my hands on to thet mail bag. I'll make some dollars out'n thet, bet yer hat."
"Be crafty," warned the other. "That Calvert is a long-headed dog. But as it is long past the mail hour, you aren't obliged to keep the office open any longer. Let's start for Six Roads, to lay our plans for the next move."
Little Snap stopped to listen no more, but stepping somewhat heavily, he advanced toward the office, meeting the twain in the doorway as they were coming out.
Dan Shag was ahead, and a yell of terror left his lips, as he beheld the postboy before him.
"Good-evening, Mr. Shag; you seem surprised. I am a little late to-night, but better late than never, you know."
"Dix Lewis! alive and here!" gasped Morton Meiggs.
"You seem surprised, Mr. Meiggs, but I am worth a dozen dead men."
If Little Snap expected to be plied with questions, he was disappointed, for the postmaster took the sack without another word, and ran through the mail with uncommon celerity.
"Hark! I hear a horseman coming," exclaimed Mr. Meiggs. "I think I will be moving on toward Six Roads."