“A new name is like new clothes, and makes me feel respectable,” he said to the friend in Denver to whom he confided his plans, and who was to receive his mail and forward it to Samona. At Helena, where he stopped on his journey, he found two of his comrades, who invited him to a champagne supper, with the result that at its close the three were on the floor. Jack, who was easily affected, especially by champagne, went down first and was taken to his room in a state of stupidity, followed by delirium tremens, the first attack he ever had, and the last, he swore, when able to be up and recall the horror of the days and nights when writhing snakes, with red, beady eyes, were twisting themselves around his body and devils breathing blue flame from nostrils and mouth were beckoning to him from every corner of the room. Weak and shaky, he reached Deep Gulch and went to work with a will. Nature, however, who exacts payment for abuse, exacted it of him, and with no apparent cause he was visited a second time by his enemies, the devils and the snakes, and was put into Stokes’s cabin, where Elithe found him. He heard the miners speak of Mr. Hansford, and that he was from the vicinity of Boston. Cudgelling his brain to recall something he had forgotten, he remembered at last that Miss Phebe Hansford had a relative in the far West, who was a clergyman. This, no doubt, was he, and when Lizy Ann asked if he would like to see him he answered with an oath that he would not. “He would undoubtedly worry me as the old woman used to do, telling me that I was the worst boy the Lord ever made. Now, if she had told me once in a while that I was a good boy, or if anybody had, I believe, my soul, I should have tried to be one,” he was thinking, when he fell into the sleep from which he woke to find Elithe sitting by him.