The Young Engineers in Colorado

Look Tom! There is a real westerner! Harry Hazelton's eyes sparkled his whole manner was one of intense interest. Eh? queried Tom Reade turning around from his distant view of a sharp towering peak of the Rockies. There's the real hing in the way of a westerner Harry Hazelton insisted in a voice in which there was some awe. I don't believe he is retorted Tom skeptically. You're going to say I suppose that the man is just some freak escaped from the pages of a dime novel? demanded Harry. No; he looks more like a hostler on a leave of absence from a stranded Wild West show Tom replied slowly. There was plenty of time for them to inspect the stranger in question. Tom and Harry were seated on a mountain springboard wagon drawn by a pair of thin horses. Their driver a boy of about eighteen sat on a tiny make-believe seat almost over the traces. This youthful driver had been minding his own business so assiduously during the past three hours that Harry had voted him a sullen fellow. This however the driver was not.