"They are, sir, for their chief is a man of remarkable pluck, cunning, and skill, and he handles them in a masterly manner."
"Who is he?"
"I do not believe his own men could tell you, sir, for he goes masked and robed in black, even covering up his horse from ears to tail."
"That is strange."
"It is the safest plan, sir."
"And who is driving now?"
"Harding, sir, the ex-soldier, and whom, I may confidentially say, major, I have taken into my service, not as a scout, but as a spy, at Last Chance."
"A fine fellow, but I fear he will be killed as driver on that trail."
"I hope not, sir, and he has escaped splendidly through great dangers thus far."
"Well, what will be your plans now?"