I informed my wife, to her amazement, that I was really a squire, and turned to the visitor to learn his business.
He was a poor man, he said, on his way to Colorado.

The night before a large bunch of horses was being driven past his camp, and one of his two animals was driven off with the herd.

Mounting the other, he followed and demanded the horse, but the boss of the herd refused to give it up.

He wanted a writ of replevin.
I asked Mrs.Cody if she could write a writ of replevin and she said she had never heard of such a thing.

I hadn't either.
I asked the man in, and Mrs.Cody got breakfast for us.