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"He must be a tough combination, but I'll do it, all the same." "Do what, Chip?" asked Sam. "Go down to Swanson's and bring in my man." "Bars and buffler skins," cried Brodey. "You don't mean to say that you will do such a blame fool thing as that. Sho!" "Not alone, Chip," said Sam. "I go with you." "See hyar, young fellers," expostulated Brodey.
"Brodey," he said, turning to the ranger who had been the guide of the expedition from the time it started from Kansas City, "how far is it to Swanson's ranche?" "A matter of twenty-five miles, as the crow flies." "How far by the trail?" "Well, Cap'n," responded Brodey, reflectively, as he threw his knee over the pommel of his saddle, "lemme see.
"Do ye know what your doin'! Got any idee ye'll come back alive! I've been in some tough places before now, but shoot my worthless carcass if I want to go to Swanson's. He's killed a man, torn out his heart and eaten it raw, fer a fact." "Pshaw, who would believe such a yarn as that, man." "Swar to gosh it's true," continued Brodey.
Escape was entirely cut off from him and he accepted his capture in a resigned spirit, because he could not help himself. "Brodey, how far is the railroad from here?" "About fifteen miles over thar," pointing toward the east, "Blue Jacket lies thar, and is on the Missouri, Kansas and Texas." "We'll make for it. You take the prisoner behind you and I will mount with Sam."
"I don't believe thar's a man in the States what's got as much devil to thar square inch as this man Swanson. Better not go, Cap'n. I'd hate tremendous to have you killed." Chip laughed lightly, as he stroked the neck of the Ranger's horse, and said: "Brodey, I've been a detective for five years, and in those five years I've looked almost sure death in the face more than a score of times.
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