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It was while the coach was nearing this station that the driver heard the clatter of hoofs behind him, and, turning his head, saw a horseman coming along at rapid speed after the coach.

His first thought was that he was a road-agent in chase, and his next that the man might be a courier bearing despatches from the fort. But the horseman soon overtook the coach, and called out:

“Ho, driver, have you Bonnie Belle a passenger with you?”

“I has,” was the reply of Sandy Gill, the driver, and he eyed the horseman curiously.

“Then I have a letter for her.”

“A letter for me?” and Bonnie Belle looked out of the coach-window with surprise at the man, who was dressed as an army courier, and was well mounted.

“Are you Bonnie Belle, miss?”

“Yes, I am so called.”

“Of Yellow Dust Valley?”

“Yes, of Pocket City.”

“I have a letter, then, for you, miss.”

“Who has sent me a letter?”

“Its reading will tell you, miss.”

“You are not from the Yellow Dust country?”

“No, miss, I am from the fort at Pioneer Post.”