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There was a wild yell; Andrew was stopped in mid-air by a rifle thrust into his stomach. "She broke off her engagement. She came to me because she knew I was running the manhunt. She begged me to let you have a chance. She tried to buy me. She told me everything that had gone between you. Andy, she put her head on my desk and cried while she was begging for you!" "Stop!" whispered Andrew.
While firing was going on, indeed, they had a guide as to the direction of their friends, but when that ceased, they were somewhat more scattered and isolated than prudence dictated. But prudence is apt to be forgotten in the excitement of a hunt, and a manhunt is the most thrilling of all chases.
"Well, we can put thirty under the Steve Ravick story," I said. Then it hit me. The Steve Ravick story was finished; that is, the local story of racketeer rule in the Hunters' Co-operative. But the Anton Gerrit story was something else. That was Federation-wide news; the end of a fifteen-year manhunt for the most wanted criminal in the known Galaxy.
To all of this the deputy listened sadly, combing his mustaches. The hunger for the manhunt is like the hunger for food, and Bill Dozier had been starved for many a day. "Partner," said Bill to the last speaker, "ain't we makin' all the speed we can? Ain't it what I want to come up to the fool kid and grab him before he makes a hoss thief or somethin' out of himself?
Dad told me." "I ain't got nothing particular on hand," murmured Sinclair. "Maybe I can get in on this manhunt if they ain't started already." The boy laughed. "Everybody in town has been trying to get in on that manhunt, but it ain't any use. Sheriff Kern has got a handpicked posse every one a fightin' fool, Dad says. Wish you luck, though. They ain't starting till the morning.
Experienced persons tell us that a manhunt is the most exciting of all sports. R. H. D. hunted men in Cuba. He hunted for wounded men who were out in front of the trenches and still under fire, and found some of them and brought them in.
"Sure," said Chet, quickly. "We'll leave Art, if you say so. He rather admires Lil, too, Purt." This made the dude keep still; but he did dislike this "manhunt" in the thick brush of Acorn Island. After they had gone half a mile or so, and found nothing not even a trace of anybody else having camped on the island they all took the situation more cheerfully.
Then, one had died of dysentery, contracted from working constantly in water up to his middle; another had been nabbed in a manhunt and clapped into the "logs." And finally, but a day or two back, the three men who completed the nightshift had deserted for a new "rush" to the Avoca. Now, his pal had gone, too.
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