"I'll go, Doc," said a cheery voice, and a young man came forward.
"Thank you, Wall, go with me to my cabin and I'll give you the note. Now, I wish a man to go as courier to Fort Faraway, and remember it is a dangerous and long ride."
"I hain't afeered of the danger, or the ride, Doc, so I'm yer man," said a burly fellow coming forward, and his words were greeted with a cheer.
Doctor Dick glanced at him and then said very calmly:
"Thank you, Brassy, but I do not care to accept your services."
"And just why?"
"In the first place, I desire to send a letter to Buffalo Bill, and you have expressed openly your hatred for him, and to some day even up on him for not allowing you to have your way in certain matters."
"I doesn't allow my hates to interfere with duty."
"I do not care to accept your services, Brassy."
"Now, I asks a reason why?"