Not a passenger was to go, and Harding sang out in a cheerful tone:
"All ready."
"Go," cried Larry, and the vehicle rolled away in a manner that showed that the young miner was a good driver, as he had asserted that he was.
The crowd cheered wildly, the voices echoing down the cañon as he drove along, and now and then he would raise his hat to those who greeted him from their cabins and mines as he went along.
Out of the valley he turned, swinging at a brisk trot along through cañons, over hills, up mountains, by the way of narrow passes and down again to the valleys.
He reached the relay-station nearest Last Chance, and made known to the stock-tender the fate of old Huck.
"You goes next, pard, for it won't be long afore Doctor Dick will come along and tell me that poor Hal Harding has gone under," said the sympathetic stock-tender.
"Think so?"
"Sure of it."
"Why Doctor Dick?"