"
"Well done, reverend doctor!" exclaimed Mortimer Sprague.
"Between us we will lay the rascals out!"
Luke, who was close at hand, secured the fallen revolver be
fore the road agent's arm had got over tingling with the
paralyzing blow dealt by the minister, who, in spite of his
advanced age, possessed a muscular arm.
"Now git, you two!" exclaimed Mortimer Sprague. "Git, if
you want to escape with whole bones!"
Never, perhaps, did two road agents look more foolish than
these who had suffered such a sudden and humiliating discomfiture
from those among the passengers whom they had feared least.
The young dude and the old missionary had done battle for
the entire stage-load of passengers, and vanquished the masked
robbers, before whom the rest trembled.
"Stop!" said Colonel Braddon, with a sudden thought. "One of
the rascals has got my pocketbook!"
"Which one?" asked Mortimer.
The colonel pointed him out.
Instantly the dude fired, and a bullet whistled within a few
inches of the road agent's head.
"Drop that pocketbook!" he exclaimed, "or I'll send another
messenger for it; that was only a warning!"
With an execration the thoroughly terrified robber threw down
the pocketbook, and the relieved owner hastened forward to pick
it up.
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