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“Frank dead, one horse ditto, and another dying, so the old coach should pan out well, to repay us, Pat,” said the chief; and he added:

“Not to speak of my own wound, but which amounts to little.”

He drew the body of the brave passenger from the coach as he spoke, and with deft hands, as though long experienced in such work, went through his search for booty.

A well-filled purse, some jewelry, a watch and chain, and a wallet of papers, were what he found, and quickly the outlaw chief looked them over.

Then he stood for some time lost in a deep reverie, as though with little fear of danger to himself, until suddenly he broke out with the words:

“By Heaven, but I’ll risk it! Yes, if I hang for it, I will!”

“Do what, sir?” asked his companion.

“Pat, I am going to play a bold game for gold, for I shall go to the fort, and you are to help me out.”

“Go to the fort, sir?” asked the amazed man.

“Yes, I shall go as a passenger in Ribbons’ coach, one who fired upon the road-agents and was wounded, and afterward was robbed. Quick! get me the clothes off that man and help me to disguise myself—yes, here is a dressing-case belonging to him, and I will soon have off my beard and mustache.