Penny Dreadfuls, 1899 · page 69 of 116
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giving his confidence in return he had taken the advice of Foxy Fan and fled on foot instead. Unused as he was to hard exercise in these altitudes, he had made such progress that it was now only two hours after dawn on the morning succeeding his flight and the crime at Leadville. From the height where he stood he had an excellent view of the way over which he had come. If there had been any pursuers within four or five miles he could easily have distinguished them from that point. But not a living being was in sight. “T believe a man must be safe in such solitudes as these,’’ he exclaimed, with a sigh of relief. Even as he spoke, however, he was startled by the sound of a fragment of rock falling down into the gorge. A glance in the direction from which the sound came showed him a man stepping from one rocky projection to another, clambering up the side of the gorge, and seem- ingly unconscious of the young man’s presence. A revolver showed in the hand of the latter, and its aim covered the stranger. Kit was not inexperienced in the use of such a Weapon, and at such a range he would be morally certain of drop- ping his man if he chose to do so. His finger touched the trigger, pressed it slightly, and then he relented. For in that moment he saw that the man clambering up the gorge was not one of his pursuers. The next instant the stranger had reached the summit and uttered an ejaculation of dismay at finding himself confronted by Kid-Glove Kit, and covered by a weapon. ‘‘Christopher Kimball!’’ ‘Parson Jim!”’ The last name had slipped from the lips of the fugitive— or to be more exact, from the lips of Kit Kimball, since one was as much a fugitive as the other. Parson Jim, slight in figure, pale-faced, and clad in a suit of black, did not have an unclerical look. His eyes were deep-set, and his countenance looked like that of a student. bh OO, Me rhe > ~ a. "% _, 4 > wv 4p a oe > * af av yy Z es a ek y ‘ oe ‘Wri a x 43 0€ oe ‘ . ’ : sd + i / 4 “ es f -% "ae + ° 7 ~ he -cOoOmM