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At five o'clock that evening, snoas falling at Medicine Bend, but

Callahan, as he studied the weather bulletins, found consolation in the

fact that it was not raining, and resting his heels on a table littered

with train-sheets he forced the draft on a shabby brier and meditated

There were ti words at the

Wickiup: but when suly as he preferred genuine Lone Jack to the spurious compounds

that flooded the Western market

The chief ele reflections was as to

as going on west of the range, for Callahan knew through cloudy

experience that what happens on one side of aon the other--and by species of war west of the range

"It is curious," mused Callahan, as Morrison, the head operator, handed

hi from Sleepy

Cat"

Sleepy Cat, it should be explained, is a nen on the West End; not

only that, but a division town, and though oneabout

the Mountain Division he may yet be puzzled at Callahan's e and carew up

and down Devil's Gap like h the Pilot country, and the tortoise-like way station became at