Deadwood Dick Jr. Branded: or, Red Rover at Powder Pocket.. Wheeler Edward Lytton

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СКАЧАТЬ and each securely tied and sealed. These Captain Joaquin seized upon immediately, and crammed into a bag which hung by a strap from his shoulder.

      "Is that all?" asked his men.

      "Don't see anything more, do you?" he demanded.

      "Not here; but the passengers may pan out well if we run 'em through the mill."

      "To Hades with the passengers! What do we want with them after this rich haul? But, hold on! There is one of them that I want and must have."

      "You want a particular passenger?" demanded one of the men, in amaze.

      "Yes, I want but one particular person."

      "Which one?"

      "The fellow who killed Charlie and Bill, and almost stampeded the train. I know him, and he shall pay dearly for it. Besides, he is a chap that we want out of our way, anyhow."

      "Why, who is he, captain?"

      "Only Deadwood Dick, Junior, is all."

      "Deadwood Dick!"

      The little that could be seen of their faces, beneath their masks, proved that more than one of them went pale on hearing that name spoken.

      "Nobody else, and he is our mutton now, and we'll make him the sickest man in seven counties before we get done with him. He has been after us long enough; now we'll hunt the man-hunter to his doom."

      "Hurrah! that is the talk, captain!"

      The captain leaped out of the car, the others after him, and Captain Joaquin shouted to the men on the engine:

      "Hold those two fellows under strict cover, boys, until I give you the word; then get down and let them go. I'll be done in a minute, now; soon as I get a man."

      "All right, captain!"

      "Come on, boys!"

      The leader ran in the direction of the smoker, the others at his heels, save those who were standing guard around the train, and leaping up the steps he boldly entered.

      Deadwood Dick was sitting sullenly in his seat, having deposited his valuables in the legs of his boots, and would not lift a finger to defend the passengers who had failed to support him at the critical moment.

      He did not know what was coming, else he could have picked Captain Joaquin off easily as he entered the door.

      "Hands up!" shouted the captain.

      His own revolver and half a dozen more over his shoulders covered the whole company.

      Up went their hands, Deadwood Dick's among the rest, and all expected the usual course of proceedings to follow; but in that they were mistaken.

      "Don't be alarmed, gentlemen," called out the leader. "I don't want your tin this time; I am after the chap who led the insurrection in this car awhile ago. Deadwood Dick, Junior, rise up and surrender, or we will fill you full of lead where you sit! Take your choice."

       CHAPTER III.

      CAPTAIN JOAQUIN'S CAPTURE

      "Deadwood Dick, Junior!"

      The name was upon the lips of all the passengers, instantly.

      They looked in Dick's direction, as he rose up as ordered, and the look on their faces would be hard to describe.

      "Here I am!" responded Dick, in his firm manner. "If these passengers are willing to let you take me, so be it; I shall not kick. Better that I should surrender than that any one should get hurt, I suppose."

      "Some one would get hurt if you didn't surrender, that is a certainty," Captain Joaquin declared.

      The passengers were pale, and no one offered to defend the gallant Richard of the Lion Heart.

      "Well, here I am."

      Dick was as cool as Captain Joaquin himself, and stood awaiting the pleasure of that notorious outlaw.

      "Do you happen to have a pair of handcuffs with you?"

      "Yes, a couple of pairs."

      "One will answer the purpose. Let's have 'em, and one of my men will see how they will fit you."

      "Just a word first."

      "What is it?"

      "What do you intend doing with me?"

      "That is something you will learn all in good time. Come! the handcuffs!"

      "If it is your intention to kill me, I may as well die right here as anywhere; if you intend to give me a chance for my life, all right."

      "Don't shoot here!" called out a timid passenger.

      "It would be a good thing to do a little of it for your especial benefit," Dick declared ironically.

      "No, don't resist, but go with 'em peaceably," the passenger urged. "It is better that one should make a sacrifice than that all should come to grief," he argued.

      Dick and Captain Joaquin laughed.

      "I intend to give you a show," said the latter. "Come, there is no time to fool away!"

      Dick Bristol saw that there was only one chance for him. He knew that to hesitate ten seconds would mean his death. He was in a death-trap, and the dead-fall was ready to be sprung at a touch.

      "All right; here you are!" he said, lowering his left hand, and thrusting it into his jacket pocket, he produced the required article. "Shall I put 'em on myself, or will you come and attend to that?"

      "Put 'em on," said the captain. "I'll undertake to see that they are secure after that."

      "All right."

      There was a click, and Deadwood Dick stood handcuffed.

      If only that car had contained half a dozen such men as he often had around him as allies!

      As it was there was not a saving hand – not a single spirit brave enough to attempt his defense; and it was just as well, for had there been one such, he would have been unsupported; it would have been a needless sacrifice of a brave man.

      "Now, then, come this way!" Captain Joaquin ordered. "Have you got any baggage aboard?"

      "Not an ounce."

      "All the better."

      Dick advanced, as ordered, and way was made for him to pass out, the outlaws still covering the passengers with their guns.

      One of their number laid a hand on Dick as he passed, and went with him, while the others backed away from the door, their revolvers still to the front, and sprang to the ground.

      Captain Joaquin sounded a whistle.

      His men backed away from the train with him, their Winchesters and revolvers ready for instant service.

      When they had withdrawn to the distance of several yards, the captain shouted to the engineer СКАЧАТЬ