John Wilson had driven the stagecoach for years. When his daughter, Marguerite, became old enough, he allowed her to make an occasional trip with him. It was when she was about 19 that she had the terrible experience. Her father and the express messenger bad gone into the general store. Marguerite remained on the coach to watch the horses, four of them. A shooting contest a few feet away frightened the horses and they bolted. On a gallop they dashed down the road. Marguerite screamed for her life. She could not hold them. For miles the animals fairly flew; her strength giving out. An outlaw was awaiting the stage in the hopes of making a haul. He was startled to discover the girl clinging to the reins for dear life, and the horses madly galloping at breakneck speed. He mounted his steed and the race for life or death began. He sped on and on, faster and faster, until it would seem that his horses would fall from exhaustion beneath him. At a curve in the road, the stage is overtaken. He makes a flying leap from the animal's back to the coach, takes the lines from the hysterical girl and brings the horses to a halt. He had saved her at the risk of his life. She thanked him. Yes, she kissed him, and he vowed to live a straight life ever after.