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He heard a voice cry, 'Yes, this is the robber's gray horse, see, it still reeks with sweat! And behind and in front, at either door, again came the knocking, and again the shout, 'Open, in the name of the law!
And twenty minutes after he returned with the freight-house foreman and several freight hands, armed, and with lanterns. Entering by the door, he led them directly to the robber's box. Sharply the foreman kicked at it, and called, "Hello, in there! Your little game is up, my friend! Come out!" There was no response, and he drew his revolver. "Open up quick, or I'll shoot!" "Oh, all right!
"That's all right," said Tom Scoresby, "but there ought to be a lot of real treasure around here. If no bullion, anyway there ought to be the bank robber's stuff." But all their searching was of no avail. When they returned through the narrow opening they went empty handed. Waiting on the bank with the younger boys was Matt Burton.
At the sound of the would-be robber's cry a dozen other rascals had rushed to his aid, and from the narrow lanes and alleys a horde of ruffians male and female had been vomited. They set upon the lady and her companion with cudgels and knives, and the gentleman was already lying in the dust.
"No pears, not even a plum-stone," said Tom, in a disappointed tone, for he had pictured this hole from which he had seen Pete issue as a kind of robber's cave, in which he would find stored up quantities of stolen fruit, and perhaps other things that would prove to be of intense interest. "Nothing nothing at all," said Tom to himself, as the last match he had burned became extinct.
And at the bottom of them the door was, as Noël said, not fastened. We went in. "It isn't beery, winey cellars at all," Alice said; "it's more like a robber's store-house. Look there." We had got to the inner cellar, and there were heaps of carrots and other vegetables. "Halt, my men!" cried Oswald, "advance not an inch further! The bandits may lurk not a yard from you!"
There is much in this part of it to remind one of the Rhine; the banks rise up in bold, picturesque form; the river just here is broad and deep, and the castle enough of a ruin to lead us to invest it with some legend, such as belongs to every robber's nest on that famous river.
He smiled in scorn when some Dane, whose life had been passed in the alternate drunkenness of wine and of blood, thought he had opened the gates of heaven by bequeathing lands gained by a robber's sword, to pamper the lazy sloth of some fifty monks.
I swear to God I hadn't nothin' to do with them fellers!" "I ought to kill you anyhow!" replied Longstreth. And his voice now astounded Duane, it was so full of power. Upon examination Duane found that his bullet had furrowed the robber's temple, torn a great piece out of his scalp, and, as Duane had guessed, had glanced.
"O yes," she replied; "it does not take much trouble. There is no one to harm us. Would you like a book to read till papa and mamma come home; here is my Testament; or would you like I should read to you?" "Read to me," said the man. As Alice read from the history of Jesus, the tears ran down the robber's cheeks; he said nothing. When the curate came home, he repeated Alice's invitation to dine.
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