The Gold-Stealers - A Story of Waddy by Edward Dyson
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I'll take a trip round an' see if I can hit on him, if you'll stay here
an' keep watch.' 'Right,' said the sergeant, 'but you'd best drop in on Downy and let him know. If our man gets wind of what's happened he'll skedaddle.' 'If he doesn't we'll nab him at the mine at one.' Harry found that Downy had disposed of his prisoner, having converted the cellar at the Drovers' Arms into a lock-up for the time being, and smuggled Joe Rogers in so artfully that McMahon's patrons in the bar were quite ignorant of the proximity of the prisoner and of the presence of the guardian angel sitting patiently in the next room, tenderly nursing a broken head and a six-barrelled Colt's revolver. Harry and Downy searched Waddy from end to end in quest of Ephraim Shine, and saw nothing of him. Downy interviewed Christina without betraying his identity or his object, but could get no inforination of any value; and when the missing man failed to put in an appearance at the Silver Stream to search the miners from the pump coming off work, the hunt was abandoned for the time being. 'He's got wind of my game and cleared,' said Downy, 'but we'll have him before forty-eight hours have passed.' 'But how could he know?' asked Harry, impatient to lay Shine by the heels. 'May have heard the shots. May have been hiding anywhere. But, never fret, we'll round up your friend, my boy. Men of his make and shape are |
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