Bob Younger's Fate — page 62: what you’re looking at

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BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. | Do party suddenly retired from the battle with a phy- siognomy much the worse for the wear. The second rogue had meanwhile been busy on the other side, and with the well directed blow of a club he partially stunned Theo, who toppled from his horse, and the next moment was securely bound and piemed. By this time all noise of the oe had ceased, and Theo supposed that his friends had been con- -quered, perhaps killed. They had at all events dis- appeared. Three men, afew minutes after he had been se- cured, raised him bodily, and took up their line of march through a thickly wooded tract to their left. Fifteen minutes’ walking brought the party with- in sight of a gloomy looking structure which finally resolved itself into a stone house, once occupied, but now tumble-down and tenanted only by rats and other vermin. Through the crazy door the men carried their bur- den, and deposited it in an inner room. One of them — now struck a match, and lighted a smoky lamp that stood on the dusty mantel. By this time Theo discovered that his captors wore masks, and that they were a rough looking set of fellows, well armed and evidently desperate. “Sorry we can’t offer you better accomodations than these,’’ said one; ‘‘but the fact is, this: shakv old barn don’t belong to us any more than to you. It’s simply a temporary resting place. But you’ll get used to it by and by. I’ve no doubt,’’ with a signifi- - cant leer, “by the time you get ready to come out, you’ll imagine this a brown stone front on Fifth avenue, and perhaps refuse to come out at all. Now, if you promise to be docile and lamb-like, Ill ECOMmMIG 00 CS co nN.