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That woman 's a million times too good for you , said Folsom . Then Nevins concluded he must have a talk with Loring , and , on his message being conveyed that officer , the bearer was bidden to say that Mr. Loring refused to have anything whatever to do with him , whereat the captive ex-captain ground his teeth with rage and made the jail-yard ring with malediction . Events succeeded each other with marvelous rapidity . Folsom 's visit was early the morning after the capture , and by noon he was bowling along on a seventy-mile ride to the ranch in the Laramie valley , hurried thither by the news that Birdsall 's gang had run off many of his son 's best horses and that Hal Folsom himself was missing . Loring galloped by the side of the ambulance several miles , conferring with the old frontiersman all the way , then turned back to resume his work at the depot . Eagerly he wired dispatches to the General , which were forwarded from Cheyenne to the Platte , telling of his important capture , smiling quietly as he wrote . Had he not promised to produce the mysterious Newhall himself ?