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train got in. Fortunately the cars were three or 

 four hours late, which gave us time to do some- 

 thing. We got a buggy, drove off to the residence 

 of an attorney, who was recommended to us by 

 the hotel proprietor for his strict honesty, woke 

 him up, turned him out of bed, narrated the 

 circumstances, lugged him down to the station, 

 paid the money into court, got the attachment 

 off our luggage, and started triumphantly by the 

 train. I never found out what became of our case, 

 but I need scarcely say we never saw any of our 

 money again. Where it went to I do not know ; 

 probably it went, in the words of the late Mr. 

 James Fisk, " where the woodbine twineth " ; at 

 any rate I am pretty sure that a very small pro- 

 portion of it, if any, found its way into the pockets 

 of the two conspirators — the scout and the owner 

 of the horses. 



On arriving at the little town of S we found 



the party were not ready, and we were com- 

 pelled to wait there some days, a period of inac- 

 tivity which proved fatal to our scout. S was 



at that time inhabited by a great many card- 

 sharpers and gentlemen of that and kindred 

 persuasions, and a few railway employes. The 

 small military post is situated some little distance 



