"Say, Jack, there's more houses than wigwams here, is there not?"
"I was just thinking so myself," said Jack. "Denver is a big city. Now, the next thing is something else. It is something I don't like to think of. That letter which Mr. Wiggins wrote to the agent here may help us some, but we have something to prove after that."
"Well, don't let us worry about that to-night," said Julian. "Perhaps in the morning it will look different."
Julian had never slept in so comfortable a bed before, and when sleep overpowered him he did not know a thing until he opened his eyes in the morning and saw Jack standing at the window, with his suspenders about his waist, looking through the window at some mountains which seemed to be looming up close at hand.
"When we get settled, if we ever do, we must walk out there and take a view from the top," said he.
"How far are they away from here?"
"About two or three miles, probably. I believe if we get on the summit of those mountains we can see California."
"I have just thought of another thing that may bother us some," said Julian. "I don't know whether the express clerks will want us to identify ourselves before they give us that box, but if they do—then what?"
"Although we are in the right, there is always something to bother us," said Jack, seating himself in the nearest chair. "What will we do?"
"We can't do anything except to write to St. Louis. There is nobody here that knows us from Adam."