Would he want to go, when that time came? Hardly, he thought, as he sat there and gazed into the quiet vale below him, so beautiful even in darkness. There was no reason why he should go back again adrift upon the bustling world. He had no relatives--no claims that pointed him to go thither; he was as free and unfettered as the wildest mountain eagle. He had no one to say where he should and where he should not go; he liked one place equally as well as another, providing there was plenty of provender and work within easy range; he had never thought of settling down, until now, when he had come to the Flower Pocket valley, and caught a glimpse of Anita--Anita whom he had not seen for years; on whom he had brought censure, reproach and-- A step among the rocks close at hand startled him from a reverie into which he had fallen, and caused him to spill the tobacco from his pipe. A slight trim figure stood a few yards away, and he perceived that two extended hands clasped objects, whose glistening surface suggested that they were "sixes" or "sevens." "Silence!" came in a clear, authoritative voice. "One word more than I ask you, and I'll blow your brains out. Now, what's your name?" "Justin McKenzie's my name. Fearless Frank generally answers me the purpose of a nom de plume," was the reply. "Very good," and the stranger drew near enough for the Scarlet Boy to perceive that he was clad in buck-skin; well armed; wore a Spanish sombrero, and hair long, down over the square shoulders. "I'm Calamity Jane." If McKenzie uttered an ejaculation of surprise, it was not to be wondered at, for he had heard many stories, in Deadwood, concerning the "dare-devil gal dressed up in men's toggery." "Calamity Jane?" he echoed, picking up his pipe. "Where in the world did _you_ come from, and how did you get here, and what do you want, and--" "One at a time, please. I came from Deadwood with Road-Agent Dick's party--unknown to them, understand you. That answers two questions. The third is, I want to be around when there's any fun going on; and it's lucky I'm here now. I guess Dick has just got layed out by two fellows in the valley below here, and they've slid off with him over among the foot-hills yonder. I want you to stub along after me, and lend the voices of your sixes, if need be. I'm going to set him at liberty!" "I'm at your service," Frank quickly replied. Excitement was one of his passions; adventure was another. "Are you well heeled?" "I reckon. Always make it a point to be prepared for wild beasts and the like, you know." "A good idea. Well, if you are ready, we'll slide. I don't want them toughs to get the drop on Dick if I can help it." "Who are they?" "Who--the toughs?" "Yes; they that took the road-agent" "I don't know 'm. Guess they're tender-foots--some former enemies of his, without doubt. They propose to quiz a secret about some girl out of him, and then knife him. We'll have to hurry or they'll get their work in ahead of us."