The Prairie Detective: Secret Service Series No. 24 — page 64: what you’re looking at

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62 THE PRAIRIE DETECTIVE, “Vou bet yer life,’’ responded the person to whom — Hatfield was talking. If Dan had been interested before, he was excited now. His eyes snapped with hatred, his hands clenched closely, and he became fairly rigid in his attempt to control his excitement. It was strange what an effect was produced by the simple sound of a voice. But the whole matter becomes very simple when we know that the last words were spoken by no other person than Jack Robinson, the man who had helped in the attempt to murder him on the bank of the Smoky. ‘You sneaking coward,” muttered the detective. “T’ll have a chance before long, I hope, to get even with you for that piece of work.’’ It was only by exercising the utmost restraint that he was able to control his desire to rush out and shoot the men down like dogs where they stood. But fortunately for his plans he reflected that by such a course he might spoil his entire chances. If he kept silent and bided his time he should probably learn the schemes of the robbers before their con- templated attack could be made. This would give the buffalo hunters a great advantage, and might possibly secure him the end he was seeking at the risk of his own life. Therefore, calling all the vast strength of his will to his help, he repressed his emotion and listened. All this had been the work of an instant, flashing through his active brain so quickly that he did not miss a line of the conversation. Robinson went on with what he was saying. ‘How soon should the attack be made? Tell me, so that I can post Bill.’’ “Well, it ought to be within a day or two, because co comicbooks