In an instant the band of desperadoes were making their flight
through the pines; but not before several bullets had been sent
whizzing among them. At the roadside stood the horses, and each man
vaulted into the saddle.
'Here, Capteen, you better have the shiners,' the Lifter said,
taking the heavy and rather clumsy sack from Joe, and flinging it
across the croup of his father's saddle. 'It is worth carrying, and
worth fighting for.' Then the robbers were away over the frosty road
like a sudden blast of a wintry wind.
CHAPTER XII.
THE CAPTURE OF THE 'MOST' BEAUTIFUL MAIDEN.
The ride was a most furious one and there was not the ghost of a
chance, had the sun been at the meridian, of overtaking those
fleet-footed beasts. When they were many miles beyond the old
farm-house the Captain pulled rein and waited for his son to gain
his side.
'What has been your luck? I think that it has been good.'
'I am thinkeen the same myself. I eased him of half what he has.'
Then the Convert entered into a careful detail of the robbery, the
circumstances of which my reader already knows. When he was ended the
robber chief extended his hand.
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