Bob Younger's Fate — page 160: what you’re looking at

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BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. 151 I’m tired drivin’ it.. A fellow ran across me.back there a couple of miles—he was drivin’ the concern —and says, ‘I’ll give you two dollars if you drive this team into town, provided you’re goin’ in that direction,’ and he named this place. As I was comin’ to town anyway, I concluded I couldn’t earn two dollars any easier, and secure a free ride, too; so I hopped on as he hopped off, and here we are. sure the team is your’n?”’ ‘Yes, it’s mine,’’ snapped the owner, examining his belongings preparatory to his departure, while — the stranger made his way to the nearest saloon. ‘‘A nice dodge to elude capture if a policeman had been here waiting to take him in. Guess he didn’t trust me very far, or he’d have druv the cab back himself. ’’ Ears What had become of Myra? : After Charlie Pitts, for such one of the kidnappers was, had assumed the duties of driver, the horses sped along onthe same way that Stark, Howard, and Scott had taken a few nights before. In less than half an hour they drew up in an ob- scure wooded place, and Myra, who had in the meantime been gagged, was removed, set on her feet, and ordered to go along with them quietly. Clell Miller, agreeable to previous arrangements, mounted the box, turned the horses’ heads toward town, and drove away, while Myra, knowing that resistance would be vain, did as she was told, notic- ing.all the while that the party was pursuing a most circuitous route, doubtless intended to blind any possible pursuers as to their final destination. A gloomy building was finally seen in the dark- ness, and into the dreary place Myra was led, just as Theo Howard had been, and in the same room where he had first been placed, she was also seated, and the same smoky lamp began shortly to cast the same dim rays over the same moldy floor, dirty walls, and cobwebby ceiling. | As Myra’s eyes fell upon her maid she started back in horror. ‘‘Are youa prisoner, too?” she asked, as she looked fearfully around the apartment. ; cS (e(@) 3 | ~ | | Eomichboo