"Then I will," said the young miner.
"You?"
"Yes, landlord."
"Do you know how to drive?"
"I have driven six-in-hand often."
"When?"
"I drove wagons and ambulances in the army, and on one occasion drove the general with four-in-hand over four hundred miles of the worst country I ever saw."
"I guess you will do, then, and it is far easier to get a courier to go to the fort, than it is a driver for the coach."
"Yes, as if I go under, Pard Larry, I will be number five."
"Five?" asked the doctor meditatively.