“That was certainly a thrilling adventure, Colonel,” said George Melville, smiling.
“Egad, I should say so.”
“I confess I don't care to meet with any such.”
“Oh, no danger, no danger!” said the colonel, airily. “That is, comparatively speaking. In fact, the chief danger is of a different sort.”
“Of the sleigh upsetting and tipping us out into some of the canyons, I suppose you mean?”
“No, I speak of the gentlemen of the road—road agents as they are generally called.”
“You mean highwaymen?”
“Yes.”
“Is there much danger of meeting them?” asked Melville.
“Well, there's a chance. They are quite in the habit of attacking stage-coaches, and plundering the passengers. Sometimes they make rich hauls.”