Billy appeared unexpectedly on the stage from Horseshoe Station, where he had been an “extra” rider under direct orders of Superintendent Jack Slade himself. “Hello, Billy!” “Hello, Dave.” “Where are you going now, Billy?” “Back home. I haven’t been home for a year, and my mother wants to see me. She’s poorly again. I guess I’d better be where things are boiling, too. This war won’t last more than six months, they say; but Kansas is liable to be a hot place with so many Southerners just across the border in Missouri. I ought to be on hand in case of trouble around home.” That was just like Billy――to be on hand! Dave had more than half a mind to accompany him to Leavenworth, and Captain Brown, about to leave himself, had about decided that Leavenworth would be the best place, when the matter was solved by the appearance of the Reverend Mr. Baxter, who arrived on the next stage from the west. “Gee whillikins!” exclaimed Dave, overjoyed, rushing to meet him. “What are _you_ doing here?” “Oh, merely coming through on my way from Salt Lake back to Denver,” laughed Mr. Baxter. “I’m messenger on the stage between Julesburg and Denver, but I’ve been off on a little vacation with a survey party for a new stage road. I heard you were here. You’re celebrated since you made that splendid ride, Davy.” Davy blushed again. He hated to blush, but he had to. “What are you doing these days?” demanded Mr. Baxter. As soon as he heard of Davy’s plans and present fix, he insisted that Davy travel down to Denver with him and stay there. “Room with me, Dave?” he proffered generously. “I need a bunky. You can get work easy enough――I know the very place where they can use a boy who can write and figure――and I’ll tutor you. It will do me good to brush up a little in mathematics and all that.” Captain Brown agreed, and the matter was promptly settled. Away went Dave, and the next day Captain Brown himself left for Fort Leavenworth, and then――where? His going would have made Laramie rather empty for Dave. Denver had grown amazingly. There was now no “Auraria”; all was Denver City――and what had been known as “Western Kansas” and the “Territory of Jefferson,” was the Territory of Colorado. On both sides of Cherry Creek many new buildings, two and three stories, some of the buildings being brick, had gone up; potatoes and other produce were being raised, and the streets, busier than ever, were thronged with merchants and other real citizens, as well as with miners and bull whackers. Mr. Baxter took Davy over to see the lots that they had bought for the sack of flour two years before. Then, the lots had been out on the very edge of town; now they were right in the business district. The Jones family had not cared for them; had sold them for a mere song and had pushed on to “get rich quick” mining. The Joneses had gone back to the States, poor; but the lost lots were being held by the present owners at $1000 apiece.