At the mention of the name the stranger started, and showed interest.

He fixed a fascinated eye on Redpath, and lost not a word of his speech.

Redpath told some stirring incidents of his career in Kansas, and said, among other things: "Three times I came near capturing the gallant jayhawker chief, and once he actually captured _me_, but didn't know me and let me go, because he said he was hot on Redpath's trail and couldn't afford to waste time and rope on inconsequential small fry." My stranger was called up next, and when Redpath heard his name he, in turn, showed a startled interest.

The stranger said, bending a caressing glance upon Redpath and speaking gently--I may even say sweetly: "You realize that I was that jayhawker chief.

I am glad to know you now and take you to my heart and call you friend"-- then he added, in a voice that was pathetic with regret, "but if I had only known you then, what tumultuous happiness I should have had in your society!--while it lasted." The last quarter of a century of my life has been pretty constantly and faithfully devoted to the study of the human race--that is to say, the study of myself, for, in my individual person, I am the entire human race compacted together.