“Oh, say—including fog, per’aps?”
“Fog! he’s got an eye ’t can plunk through it like a bullet.”
“Now, boys, honor bright, what’s he giving me?”
“It’s a fact!” they all shouted. “Go on, Wells-Fargo.”
“Well, sir, you can leave him here, chatting with the boys, and you can slip out and go to any cabin in this camp and open a book—yes, sir, a dozen of them—and take the page in your memory, and he’ll start out and go straight to that cabin and open every one of them books at the right page, and call it off, and never make a mistake.”
“He must be the devil!”
“More than one has thought it. Now I’ll tell you a perfectly wonderful thing that he done. The other night he—”
There was a sudden great murmur of sounds outside, the door flew open, and an excited crowd burst in, with the camp’s one white woman in the lead and crying,
“My child! my child! she’s lost and gone! For the love of God help me to find Archy Stillman; we’ve hunted everywhere!”
Said the barkeeper: