The churches have got started, and they are
giving the saloons a good deal of trouble."
"By thunder! that reminds me," quoth the Californian, "this here is a
Christian country, and I'm going to join the church, first thing I do."
"And spin California yarns to a Sunday-School class," suggested Keeler.
"Bet your class will be a large one."
"I'll do it, by thunder! The very thing! And I'll shoot any lad as gets
impertinent."
Keeler was clearly out of his element, and thought it time to terminate
the brief acquaintance.
"John Keeler is my name; and I can swear I've seen you in Nevada City.
But you have the best of me."
"Why," replied the Californian, as cool as you please, "my name's
Darcy."
It was the man who had killed Will Cummins! But John Keeler was none the
wiser, as Darcy quickly saw. He and Collins had reached Louisville
undetected. Had there assumed the character of honest miners, shipped
their bullion by express, a part to New Orleans and a part to
Philadelphia, and were on the point of dissolving partnership.
Darcy soon afterward assumed the name of Thorn, set up in the lumber
business at Union City, Indiana, where it is but a few steps across the
border into Ohio,--and became a prosperous and respected citizen.
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