The name--I've heard." Then the rider lay thinking, as he munched a biscuit.

"Yes, I remember, but it was long ago.

I spent a night with a wagon-train, a camp of many men and women, religious people, working into Utah.

Bostil had a boat at the crossing of the Fathers." "Yes, they called the Ferry that." "I remember well now.

They said Bostil couldn't count his horses--that he was a rich man, hard on riders--an' he'd used a gun more than once." Lucy bowed her head.