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148 BOB YOUNGER’'S FATE. on my feet. He leaned forward to place his basket on the floor of the car, when an envelope slipped part way out of his pocket. I saw the address, ‘ Wil- liam Jones, Minneapolis,’ and even then was unwill- ing to believe the evidence of my own eyes, so well had he earried out his role; but when J asked him his name and he told me it was Simeon Davis, I was convinced of his identity. As he was hurt, how- ever, I don’t suppose he can do us any harm.”’ “We'd best keep a sharp lookout for him any- 10W.”’ The drummer, Jim Younger, in other words, was uneasy; he felt as if he were not safe, and that their plan were quite likely to miscarry. Obeying a cu- rious impulse, he clambered over the heap of coal in the tender, and steadying himself onthe top as well as he was able, he looked about him. The engine was speeding along at a frightful rate, and swayed from side to side in its wild career. What was that almost at his feet? A head, a human head, bobbing up and down, now visible, now invisible, the hat torn and dilapi- dated, with a tangled lock escaping from a rent in texture. A tramp, was Jim’s first thought, availing himself of the exhilaration of a free ride; then came to mind the remembrance of the dirty looking individual who had gotten on the cars some distance back, but where? Ah! the same place at which the organ-grinder had alighted. Jim leaned farther forward, but while he gained amore complete view, still it was not convincing; the tramp was too well disguised, if disguise he wore at all, to betray his identity. Notwithstand- ing, in that moment of uncertainty, the bandit had decided that the tramp must die. It would not do to take any chances in the matter: if the fellow should turn out to be Belton, well and eood; if not, then the world would be rid of one more tramp. | : He placed his hand on his revolver, but the noise m GEomicbooks co