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So quickly had the young deadshot acted that Roche had not more than three or four minutes the start of him. If he went along at an easy gait Wild would be able to overtake him before he got through the pass. Our hero knew that he was undertaking a risky thing, for he was quite sure that there was a band of outlaws located somewhere in the pass, or very near to it.
He had come in contact with so many rough characters that he had made it a point to read faces and study character that way. It was seldom that he made a mistake in his estimation of a man, either. The miners seemed very glad to know the dashing young deadshot and his friends, and after they had talked awhile they, turned to make their way to their shanties, so they might get their suppers.
No end of good luck had followed them in their search for gold, and Arietta, the charming sweetheart of the dashing young deadshot, had the lead over them all, as far as making discoveries that were profitable to them were concerned.
They must have come a putty long ways, fur there ain't a ranch in a hundred miles of here, as I knows of. Go ahead an' pick out a place ter camp. Ther boys will be here in a few minutes, fur it's about quittin' time now. I'll tell 'em that Young Wild West, ther champion deadshot, is here, an' you kin bet that they'll give yer a royal welcome!"
Wild called Sedgwick to him and they got to talking about the cowboys who had left a short time before. The miner related what he had heard them say about Forbidden Pass, and the young deadshot nodded in a pleased way. "I reckon that means something," he said. "Business has been pretty bad, I suppose, and the outlaws are anxious to have travel through the pass resumed.
He had made up his mind all at once to follow Cap Roche through Forbidden Pass. He got his horse in a jiffy, and, hastily telling the girls where he was going rode off toward the pass. So quickly had the young deadshot acted that Roche had not more than three or four minutes the start of him. If he went along at an easy gait Wild would be able to overtake him before he got through the pass.
That was me, I saw the Colonel of one o' the regiments point his sword straight at me as they came across the run, and tell his men to be sure and get me of all others." "Why didn't you shoot him, if you're such a deadshot?" asked Gid Mackall.
Make 'em do ther tenderfoot dance, Wild. Go on jest fur fun!" "All right, Charlie," was the reply, and the young deadshot fired a shot that hit the ground near the feet of the spokesman of the trio. "Hold on!" the cowboy shouted. "It's all right, Young Wild West. I know who yer are now. I'll 'pologize. Don't shoot no more!" Crack!
And so, while the increase of the artistic conscience tends in more ambitious works to brevity and impressionism, voluminous industry still marks the producer of the true romantic trash. There was no end to the ballads of Robin Hood; there is no end to the volumes about Dick Deadshot and the Avenging Nine. These two heroes are deliberately conceived as immortal.
When he heard Sedgwick say he was the storekeeper over in Silver Bend he did not alter his opinion, either. Determined to find out more about the man, he had walked over to the saloon. Cap Roche was talking when our friends got there, and as his back happened to be toward the door he did not see them until after the young deadshot spoke.
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