many a day of lying hidden in the brush or in caves.

"I followed that sort of life for two years, and then, one day, I
suddenly felt a disgust for it all, and concluded I 'd had enough
revenge and was ready to be an honest man again.

"So I deliberately left that part of the State and everybody supposed
that Grizzly Dick had been killed and his body carried off and buried
by his gang. But nothing of the sort had happened. He reappeared
under another name a good many days' travel from that region.

"Five or six years afterwards I went back to that same county and was
elected sheriff. Yes, I was recognized. A good many people suspected
and two or three openly declared that I was Grizzly Dick. But I made
the best sheriff they had ever had, and I did some work in the way of
catching a stage robber, cleaning out a nest of gamblers, and getting
rid of a couple of desperadoes, which they were so glad to have done
that they didn't care who or what I might have been.

"I served two terms and they wanted me to run again. But by that time
I had come to realize that I had frittered away a big part of my life,
and I began to have some of the ambitions to accomplish something worth
while that I ought to have had a dozen years before.

"So I went down to San Francisco and raised a tidy sum of money to
begin on by going in with an acquaintance on a trip to Bering Sea to
catch otters. We chartered a vessel, spent a whole summer up there,
and realized nearly ten thousand dollars apiece out of it.

"I had a pretty good practical knowledge of mining matters, and so my