Bob Younger's Fate — page 59: what you’re looking at

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50 BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. he had finished the missive surrendered it into Stark’s hands. The latter retired from the room, Btrtiole a match, applied the flame to the envelope, and after watch- ing it consume slowly away, lighted his cigar with the last dying embers, and then returned to the’ presence of him he was wont to call his dearest - friend. eee Se ee CHAPTER VIII. THE HIGHWAYMAN. The shadows of darkness had fallen upon the city as out of a livery stable rode two farmers, one of them leading a horse by the bridle. As they drew up before the door of the inn to which the stable served as an attachment, another farmer, stoop-shouldered and somewhat past middle age, hobbled out, conversing at the same time with the proprietor. ‘““Come, Jabez,’’ said one of the riders, impatiently, ‘it’s time we was on our way long ago.”’ Ves, yes; Pll be there d’rectly,’’ and with a part- ing word Jabez mounted the block, and from thence seated himself on his horse after much etumbling at the rheumatics, which seemed to in- 13 terfere greatly with his movements. The trio then rode off, while the inn-keeper gazed after them a little curiously. : ‘Never saw them fellows before; must be new settlers in this part of the country; but the queer part of it is, their horses don’t appear to look like farm animals. They seem more like city nags.”’ ‘In the meantime the so-called farmers were pur-— on suing their way through the city. comichbooks (GC)