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, ‘<>. °° BOB YOUNGER'S FATE. 187 man’s bread without paying for it. Tell your old woman to hurry up, for I’m most starved.’ | ‘“Where mought ye hev come from?’ — “Walked fifteen miles from the direction of Min- neapolis this morning.’’ “Well, you jist remain hyer, and [’ll tell my old — gal to git you a bite,’’ and he arose to go toward the door of his habitation. | | At that moment he started back in genuine as- tonishment, for in front of him stood another man whom he had not seen until now. ‘You are our prisoner,’’ said Jones. ‘*Will you surrender peaceably ?”’ : If the farmer was surprised, he was not the only one to experience the identical feeling, for at that instant in shrill tones came from the doorway the words: ‘“Hold, or I shoot!”? ~ | In the door stood a fierce-looking woman, with cocked revolver in hand, evidently bent on carry- ing out her threat. CHAPTER XXXII. BOB OPENS THE TIN BOX. Onward, under the direction of Bill Chadwell, the bandits dashed, pausing not a moment in their mad career as.the hoof-beats rang out on the night air. Mile after mile in unswerving course they passed | until they had been in the saddle full five hours. Disappearing now in the shade of a forest, they soon emerged into a clearing, where Bill dismounted, and approaching a building which occupied the cen- tral portion, he knocked upon the door in a peculiar manner with the butt of his revolver. The noise of bolts was heard, and soon the occu- pant of the structure stood revealed to the intrud-— | ers in his night attire. ‘Hello, Bill! Is that you?’ he asked, a_ little sleepily. ‘‘Quite a party of you, I declare,” observ- ng the others for the first time. ; “Ves, it’s me. Can you accommodate us to-night?” comicbooks Saas