up in what Granger tells him.
"I don't know my way about good, an' from your deescriptions I shorely
wouldn't miss visitin' that resort for gold an' precious stones. Come
an' show me, pard; I'll take you thar in a kerriage."

"'At that Granger consents to guide the onhappy stranger. They drives
over an' Granger stops the outfit, mebby she's fifty yards from the
door. He p'ints it out to the onhappy stranger sport.

"'Come with me," says the onhappy stranger, as he gets outen the
kerriage. "Come on; you-all don't have to fight none. I jest wants
you to watch me. Which I'm the dandiest warrior for the whole length
of the Ohio!"

"'But Granger is firm that he won't; he's not inquisitive, he says, an'
will stay planted right thar on the r'ar seat an' await deevelopments.
With that, the onhappy stranger sport goes sorrowfully for'ard alone,
an' gets into the gin-mill by the said FAMILY ENTRANCE. Granger' sets
thar with his head out an' y'ears cocked lookin' an' listenin'.

"'Everything's plenty quiet for a minute. Then slam! bang! bing!
crash! the most flagrant hubbub breaks forth! It sounds like that
store's comin' down. The racket rages an' grows worse. Thar's a
smashin' of glass. The lights goes out, while customers comes boundin'
an' skippin' forth from the FAMILY ENTRANCE like frightened fawns. At
last the uproars dies down ontil they subsides complete.

"'Granger is beginnin' to upbraid himse'f for not gettin the onhappy
stranger's address, so's he could ship home the remainder. In the
midst of Granger's se'f-accoosations, the lights in the gin-mill begins
to burn ag'in, one by one. After awhile, she's reilloominated an'
ablaze with old-time glory. It's then the FAMILY ENTRANCE opens an'
the onhappy stranger sport emerges onto the sidewalk. He's in his
shirtsleeves, an' a satisfied smile wreathes his face. He shore looks
plumb content!

"'"Get out of the kerriage an' come in, pard," he shouts to Granger.
"Come on in a whole lot! I'd journey down thar an' get you, but I
can't leave; I'm tendin' bar!"'

"'You're shore right, Colonel,' says Peets, when Colonel Sterett ends
the anecdote, 'the feelin' of that onhappy stranger sport is parallel
to mine. Ghosts is new to me; an' I'm goin' pirootin' off with Enright
on this demon hunt an' see if I can't fetch up in the midst of a trifle
of nerve-coolin' excitement.'

"The ghost tales of the stampeded cow-punchers excites Dan Boggs a
heap. After E