It was about eleven o’clock when the stage came in from Silverton, on its way to the Red Hill Mine. Little Whizzer sat beside Baldy on the driver’s seat, as proud as a peacock. It was several days since the grizzly episode, during which time Baldy had taken the child with him everywhere. It was a new experience for Whizzer.
Baldy shook hands with Brick, who picked Whizzer off the seat and carried him into Wesson’s store after candy.
“Where’s yore spur?” asked Brick, noting that Whizzer was not wearing it.
Whizzer removed the candy long enough to gasp for breath and inform Brick that:—
“I ain’t no puncher now. Stage drivers don’t wear spurs.”
“By golly, that’s my mistake,” laughed Brick. “I’m sure an ignorant jigger.”
“Yeah,” nodded Whizzer seriously, much to Harp’s delight.
He put t
