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Show NEVER WITHOUT HIS CUM. A Waaler Driver Got at Chill Wheat He DlaeoTered Ita I.oe. That reminds me," said the colonel blindly, lie is always being reminded." re-minded." They were talking of man's dependence upon things which he it accustomed to use. "That reminds mo of Jack Smilcr. Jack was as brave as a lion. He drove one of the fast freight specials from Cheyenne to Deadwood. It was iu the first days of the Hlack Hills excitement, when they rau light express wagons out to Cheyenne Chey-enne on a gallop and never stopped till they pulled up in Dead wood or until un-til the road agents stopped them. "Jack was born with one emotion lacking, lie was not afraid of the w ildest Indian (and there were enough .f them iu those days, just before the Custer massacre), or the most daring and reckless road agent. They did not call them highwaymen then. He used to climb into his scat, crack his long whip, and, with a wonderful oath, jerk tlie heads of those mules iu tho iliicclion of Deadwood, and send them scurrying along like frightened rabbits. rab-bits. lie always won a revolver, of course, the hauillo forward in his hell, where his hand might touch it at a moment's notice. 1 do not lielievo Hint the load agent lid who could hae stopped Jack Smilcr. I rode up with him on one of his trips to a ranch about tliinv-tivo miles from Cheyenne. I got tired of tho seat and climbed back into tho box to Maud ihero to rest my legs. I conceived con-ceived the idea of picking Jack's pocket that. is. of getting his revolver away from him. 1 was pretty careful to press one hand heavily upon his shoulder while with the oilier I slipped tho woamn from Ids belt. Finally I pot it out safely and waited for him to discover the loss. We drove along for live or six .. -i . ...i 1. 1. ...i.. II... i ii. mill wimtii niitiiriiii u.n ,v j n t . i. ..j his mules with a terrible oath. Whoa!' ho cried. What's the trouble. Jack?' I asked. "lie turned to me and looked into my c es. lie was as white as a sheet. "We are going straight back to Cheyenne.' he said. " What's I ho trouble?' I repeated. 'Trouble!' ho ejaculated, nnd a cloud of sulphur arose over us. his eloquence elo-quence was so emphatic. 'Trouble? I've lost mv six-shooter. nnd I wouldn't drive another foot for $10,000.' "Oh, pshaw. Jack.' I said, 'who knows you haven't a six-shooter? Why don't you go right oil, as if you had one?' "Jack's teeth chattered nt tho very thought. 1 never saw a brave man so terribly frightened. "'Not if my name is Jack Smilcr,' he said. 'Gracious!' ho ndded ('grao-ions ('grao-ions stands for a string of words too long for a uorico to mention iu one evening), 'suppose I hadu't discovered this. Wouldn't I have been in a pretty fix?' He made a very wry face. "Here's your old six-shooter, Jack,' I said, handing it to him. 'I wouldn't have fl. It isn't worth keeping.' '"Go Mang there!' shouted Jack, curling his whip lash beautifully nnd bringing tho end of it to a sudden stop with a loud crack. 'Go 'lang there!' aud we were rolling over tho road iigaiu. ' "'I can't go anywhere without that' he said, touching the butt of it lightly. The last I saw of him he was snapping his long lash and whittling cheerfully. With the revolver he went anywhere; without it nowhere." |