At last his arrival was reported at the tavern at Monterey, and I hurried to hunt him up.

I cannot express my surprise at beholding a small, stoop-shouldered man, with reddish hair, freckled face, soft blue eyes, and nothing to indicate extraordinary courage or daring.

He spoke but little, and answered questions in monosyllables.

I asked for his mail, and he picked up his light saddle-bags containing the great overland mail, and we walked together to headquarters, where he delivered his parcel into Colonel Mason's own hands.

He spent some days in Monterey, during which time we extracted with difficulty some items of his personal history.