what is your name, and were your friends all killed in the train from
which you were taken?"

"I had no friends, sir, save a lady whose acquaintance I made on the
journey out from Cheyenne. As to my name--you can call me Miss Terry."

"Mystery!" in blank amazement.

"Yes;" with a gay laugh--"Mystery, if you choose. My name is Alice
Terry."

"Oh!" and the youth began to brighten. "Miss Terry, to be sure;
Mystery! ha! ha! good joke. I shall call you the latter. Have you
friends and relatives East?"

"No. I came West to meet my father, who is somewhere in the Black
Hills."

"Do you know at what place?"

"I do not."

"I fear it will be a hard matter to find him, then. The Hills now have
a floating population of about twenty-five thousand souls. Your father
would be one to find out of that lot."

A faint smile came over the girl's face. "I should know papa among
fifty thousand, if necessary;" she said, "although I have not seen him
for years."