A thrilling and truthful history of the pony express; or, Blazing the westward way, and other sketches and incidents of those stirring times . a party of trappers, Iboldly walked up to the door andknocked for admission. The voicesinstantly ceased, and for a momenta deathlike silence reigned there seemed to follow a kind ofhurried whispering—a sort of con-sultation—and then some one calledout: Whos there. A friend and a white man, Ireplied. The door opened, and a big ugly-looking fellow stepped forth and said: Come in. I accepted the invitation withsome degree of fear and hesitation
A thrilling and truthful history of the pony express; or, Blazing the westward way, and other sketches and incidents of those stirring times . a party of trappers, Iboldly walked up to the door andknocked for admission. The voicesinstantly ceased, and for a momenta deathlike silence reigned there seemed to follow a kind ofhurried whispering—a sort of con-sultation—and then some one calledout: Whos there. A friend and a white man, Ireplied. The door opened, and a big ugly-looking fellow stepped forth and said: Come in. I accepted the invitation withsome degree of fear and hesitation,which I endeavored to conceal, as Ithought it was too late to back out,and that it would never do to weakenat that point, whether they werefriends or foes. Upon entering thedugout my eyes fell upon eight asrough and villianous looking men as Iever saw in my life. Two of them Iinstantly recognized as teamsters whohad been driving in Lew Simpsonstrain, a few months before, and hadbeen discharged. Thev were charged with the mur-dering and robbing of a ranchman;and, having stolen his horses, it wassupposed that they had left the coun-. a Pony Express?il in iSOo try. I gave them no signs of recog-nition, however, deeming it advisableto let them remain in ignorance as towho I was. It was a hard crowd, andI concluded the sooner I could getaway from them the better it wouldbe for me. I felt confident that theywere a band of horse thieves. Where are you going, youngman, and whos with you? asked oneof the men, who appeared to be theleader of the gang. BUFFALO BILL—COL. IT. F. CODY 57 I am entirely alone. I leftHorseshoe Station this morning fora bear hunt, and not finding anybears I had determined to camp outfor the night and wait till morning,said I; and just as I was going intocamp a few hundred yards down thecreek, I heard one of your horseswhinn^ing, and then I came to yourcamp. I thus was explicit in my state-ment, in order, if possible, to satisfythe cut-throats that I was n
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