Bob Younger's Fate — page 159: what you’re looking at

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150 BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. — “See here,’ said the latter, uneasily; “‘I don’t like the looks of this. I’m afraid you’re going to get me into trouble.’’ “Not a bit of it, my good fellow,’’ was the per- suasive reply of the other. “‘Whip up your nags, and J’ll tell you why.’’ | “But I don’t see how you are goin’ to explain away an abduction case.’’ | “This way; at a convenient spot you get off, and IT become driver. You don’t know where I go, and I don’t care about you knowing; butas you get paid well just the same, you needn’t care. In time | return with your outfit none the worse for the wear, and jump off; you again become driver. Isn’tit — plain enough?”’ ‘It is, if somethin’ doesn’t leak out.’’ ‘Don’t let it leak out then; we won’t. No harm is intended to the young lady, and I wouldn’t be surprised to hear of this same cab taking her back.”’ ‘I would,’’ was the terse reply of the driver as he applied the whip, mentally resolving that if he ever got safely out of this scrape he’d keep clear of any further entanglements of the same nature. In half an hour they had reached the outskirts of the city, and here, at the command of his compan- — ion, the driver pulled up his horses. : “Get out here, and wait until I come back.’’ ‘“How long will you be away?”’ i eh hour, maybe,’”’ and he had driven off like a ash. : The driver walked about in perturbation for an hour, fearful one moment that he would never see his team again, and at another that he had suc- ceeded in getting himself into a position of extreme danger. In the midst of his dismal forebodings he was overjoyed to see the cab approaching at a rapid rate, the horses reeking with sweat. ‘Are you the man that owns the rig?” cried the es in tones that the owner had never heard be- ore. ‘‘I guess so.”’ ‘Then take the dodrotted thing off my hands, for m Gomicbooks.co