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102 THE PRAIRIE DETECTIVE. act that leads you to think I am playing false, do not hesitate an instant, but shoot me down as you would shoot a dog.”’ Robinson spoke with earnestness, and in a tone which left little room to doubt that he was wholly sincere. The detective’s experience had fitted him to judge with considerable accuracy of the motives of those who talked to him. When the man ceased speaking, Dan, who had been regarding him Folens s held out his hand, and replied: “T’ll believe what you say, Jack Rabincon’ and if \ you keep your promise, you have my word that you shall not go unrewarded. There’s my hand on it.’’ Robinson seized the outstretched token of friend- ship and confidence, and would have pressed it to his lips had the detective not prevented him. The three then sat down to discuss their plans. It was nearly daylight now, but they did not fear sur- prise, because the spot in which they were hidden was so. secluded that only one thoroughly acquainted with the locality could have found them out. “Wall,’’ said Ryan, drawing a long whiff upon his pipe, ““what’s to be did? It’s high time we was a-movin’, ef we’re goin’ to do anything to-day.” The others sat still a moment. Sycamore Dan, though well up in the profession of tracking fugit: tives in cities, knew well enough the superiority of both his companions at the kind of work now before them. So he offered no suggestions. Robinson, owing to his peculiar position, did not feel justified in making any remarks, and therefore the whole responsibility fell upon the scout. “| hev ben a-thinkin’,”’ he said, after a few mo- ments of abstraction, “thet we orto know jest whar p~ wit M : rae _ : ‘ ; Yel ee NT bd ere SAL ~~. AY 4 ‘ara ee M x o «! : ae oi — a tw 4 “ -s --=€omicbooks.com |