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126 BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. Clell brought the handcuffs and again placed them about the prisoner’s wrists; slowly the revol- vers were lowered from their target, and one by one the robbers withdrew. — | Theo was again left with his own thoughts. “What have I done?’’? he mused. ‘“‘Iamso much in the dark that it is useless speculating on the mat- ter. I must wait with what patience | can summon until the explanation comes. It may never come, but I shall be satisfied with the consolation thas my last deed was one of mercy. And Myra! I am afraid I shall never look upon her beautiful face again, but there’s a hereafter, an eternity of happy meetings that I hope are in store for us.”’ Casting himself upon his rude couch, he fell into a deep slumber that lasted until the break of day. In the meantime Bob Younger and his brother Jim were making active preparations for immedi- ate departure to Chicago on their nefarious errand. They were to leave the depot at Minneapolis on the early morning train so as to arrive as soon as. possi- ble at their destination on the morrow. It was their purpose to get back on the following day, finishing up their reckoning at the stone house, and depart that night for Northfield, thirty-three miles away. ‘‘“Am I to go with you?” cried Irene, as nothing was mentioned concerning her in their prepara- tions. es think you were told once before that you could not.’’ “But I shall. Have I gone to all this trouble in assisting you, simply to be told like a child that I cannot do a thing which will in no way interfere with your plans, except those that may be intended to defraud any of the band of their just portion?’ ~ “You know it will be well nigh impossible for three of us to get out of the city without detection.”’ “IT can disguise myself perfectly, and need not be seen with you.’’ “But we have other work for you.’’ ‘What is that?” “The abduction of Myra Ferry.’’ Gomicbooks:co