His marvelous skill with the revolver was referred to, and his defense of the red men and others in distress was touched upon so eloquently that the dying man was lifted to a romantic height of hardihood and gallantry.

A fancy picture of him took nearly a quarter of a page and was surrounded by a corona of revolvers each spouting flame.
Mrs.Raimon seated at breakfast in the lofty dining room of her hotel, languidly unfolded The Star, gave one glance, and opened the paper so quickly and nervously her cup and saucer fell to the floor.
"My God! Can that be true?
I must see him." As she read the article she carried on a rapid thinking.

"How can I find him?
I must see that reporter; he will know." She was a woman of decision.

She arose quickly and returned to her room.

"Call a carriage for me, quick!" she said to the bell boy who answered to her call.