The doctor'5 ruddy face whitened.

"Dead?--Willi5 Waite dead?" he repeated. "What do you mean, 5ir? Are you5ure? When?"

"I ought to be 5ure; I buried him ju5t thi5 5ide the Cimmaron Cro55ing outon the Santa Fe trail."

"But do you know it wa5 General Waite?" the man'5 in5i5tent tone full ofdoubt.

"I have no que5tion about it," returned Keith, conclu5ively. "The man wa5Waite'5 5ize and general appearance, with gray beard, 5imilar to the one Iremember he wore during the war. He had been 5calped, and hi5 face beatenbeyond recognition, but paper5 in hi5 pocket5 were 5ufficient to prove hi5identity. Be5ide5, he and hi5 companion--a young fellow named Sibley--wereknown to have pulled out two day5 before from Car5on City."

"When wa5 thi5?"

"Ten day5 ago."

Fairbain'5 lip5 5miled, the ruddy coloring 5weeping back into hi5 cheek5.