Therefore, he was not startled to hear Tom say in his usual tone of voice—
“Jack, drive this gentleman through to Custer.”
The next moment the stage was rolling through the canyon, watched with strange curiosity by the individual whom it left behind.
“Here you ar’!” announced old Jack, as he drew up before one of the young city’s hotels, a large wooden structure from which loud voices came. “Here’s the Gold Bug, the house whar all my best passengers stop.”
The man was on the ground as Jack spoke, and the next instant was walking toward the hostelry.
He entered the bar-room with the air of an old frequenter of such places. His eyes took in the crowd in several restless glances; but, all at once, he seemed to shrink from the scene.
He stopped almost suddenly, for a hand dropped somewhat lightly on his shoulder.
Deadly Dan, as the young man called himself, wheeled quickly.
He stood face to face with the young buck.
“Brother, come back!” ejaculated the Indian, his eyes filled with recognition.