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The driver trembled, and hesitated. "Get down!" again commanded the road-agent, leveling his revolver, "before I drop you." In terror McGucken made haste to scramble to the ground, where he stood with his teeth chattering and knees knocking together in a manner pitiable to see. "Ha, ha, ha!" That wild laugh of Deadwood Dick's made the welkin ring out a weird chorus.
The highway robber road-agent, he is quaintly called is still busy in these parts. The fame of Vasquez is still young. Only a few years go, the Lakeport stage was robbed a mile or two from Calistoga.
A roar went up from the crowd of miners at the reading of this note from Dave Dockery, who even then might be dying, and Landlord Larry cried: "Spread the alarm, and let us go quickly to the spot, and try and save poor Dave, yes, and capture that masked road-agent, for he has got money in plenty. "Oh! if Doctor Dick was only here to look after poor Dave, he might save him.
To the surprise of all he sprung to his feet, and strode to the door. Here he stopped, and looked around for a few moments, sniffing at the cool mountain breeze, as a dog would. A single cedar tree stood by the cabin, its branches, bare and naked, stretching out like huge arms above the doorway. And it was at these the road-agent gazed, a savage gleam in his piercing black eyes.
He might like to look at her in that outrageous bandit costume; it might have pleased certain vain and notoriety-seeking proclivities of his, habits of his California road-agent days; but she felt that notwithstanding this, once she had donned the long coat he was relieved and glad in spite of himself. Joan had a little rush of feeling. Sometimes she almost liked this bandit.
First, however, we desire you to inform us where we can find the girl, as we wish to make a clean sweep, while we are about it." "Do you bathe your face in alum-water?" abruptly asked the road-agent, staring at his captor, quizzically. "Do you?" "Bathe in alum-water? Certainly not, sir. Why do you ask?"
Hardly had the masked road-agent ridden away, when a deep groan came from the lips of Dave Dockery. His eyes opened, and after a supreme effort, which cost him the greatest agony, as moans would force themselves through his shut teeth, he was able to slip down from the box to the ground.
"I'm not so sure of that," replied the leader. "Wal, Guthrie, I've follored tracks all my life "But you couldn't keep to the trail this feller made in the brush." "Gimme time, an' I could. Thet takes time. An' heah you go hell-bent fer election! But it's a wrong lead out this way. If you're right this road-agent, after he killed his pals, would hev rid back right through town.
I got eighteen fifty in cash and the balance was junk. "'Well, says I, 'he's no better'n a road-agent, and I can't help it, nohow. "For all that, I sot in Jim Holt's place of a Tuesday afternoon feelin' low-spirited when I looked at the heap, when who comes sailin' in at the door but Tartar Charlie, wearin' a grin that took two turns and a half around his face. "'Laly comee! says he.
"Therefore, I will tell you a short story, and you will see that my cause is just, as we look at these things here in this delectable country of the Black Hills. To begin with: "My name is, to you, Edward Harris!" and here the road-agent flung aside the black mask, revealing the smiling face of the young card-sharp. "I have another my family name but I do not use it, preferring Harris to it.
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