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No one recognized them as any one they knew. "But we'll get a posse out after them as soon as we get back to town," declared Mr. Perkfeld. "We'll show them they can't hold up the pony express and get away with it." "They didn't get away with it that's the joke," said Mr. Argent. "I guess Jack is right.
"Well, I'd like to see you do it, Jack, for I'd be sure the mail and express would be safe with you and Sunger," said the man. "But I don't know that the company will consent. You're not of age " "I couldn't ride any better if I were twenty-one than I can now," interrupted Jack. "I'll go to see Mr. Perkfeld the first thing in the morning.
Argent would keep the man there until Mr. Perkfeld could be summoned. But the fellow made a sudden dash, leaped to the saddle of a horse that was near the end of the porch, and was off down the road on a gallop. As he rode off he was joined by another man, who also made a hurried exit from the hotel and leaped to the back of his horse.
It was a hold-up," Jack explained. "But I have the mail and express stuff back that is I hope I have it all," he added. Another moment and he was surrounded by his friends. There were Jed Monty, the stage driver, Dr. Brown, Amos Perkfeld, the president of the express company, Payson Wayde and Mr. Argent, besides Henry Applebaugh, the hotel keeper, and one of his stable boys. "Are you all right.
And then, for a time, it was business. For two weeks or more Jack rode the trail, back and forth, carrying the mail and the pony express matter. He was not again disturbed, and Mr. Perkfeld gave orders that, except in case of great necessity, he should not make night trips. Nothing more was seen of the hold-up men, and Mr. Argent heard no news concerning his mining business.
The only thing I'm afraid of is that he may make the Harrington matter an excuse to take the contract away from me. There are several who want to ride the trail in my place. But do the best you can." Amos Perkfeld was the president, as well as general manager of several stage and pony express lines. He controlled the one between Golden Crossing and Rainbow Ridge, and it was he who had engaged Mr.
Watson came rushing into town with the news. So we organized a searching party at once. But what happened to you?" Jack told everything, down to his unexpected finding of the mail, and his hiding from the anticipated robbers. "And so you got everything back!" exclaimed Mr. Perkfeld. "Well, I call that luck!
Several more attempts were made on the part of those who wanted Jack's place to supplant him as pony express rider. But he had made himself a favorite with the stage drivers, as well as with Mr. Perkfeld, who said Jack could keep on riding the trail until his father was ready to resume his duties.
Jack regretted giving it up, glad as he was to have his father out again. But Mr. Perkfeld was as good as his word, and Jack soon had another route to ride, and one where he could see Jennie nearly as often as before.
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