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"Then we shall have hi," cried the captain, "for there is but one place to the south where a robber would ride, and he has not had sufficient start of us that he can reach safety before we overhaul him Forward! March!" and the detachment moved down the narrow street "Trot! March!" And as they passed the store: "Gallop! March!"

Bridge alth of the street to the corral His pony o whose capture e was on the road to liberty

"I hate to do it," thought Bridge; "because, even if he is a bank robber, he's an American; but I need the money and in all probability the fellow is a scoundrel who should have been hanged long ago"

Over the trail to the north rode Captain Billy Byrne, secure in the belief that no pursuit would develop until after the opening hour of the bank in the , by which time he would be halfway on his return journey to Pesita's camp

"Ol' ot for him," mused Billy "Say!" he exclaimed suddenly and aloud, "Why the devil should I take all this swag back to that yellow-faced yegg? Who pulled this thing off anyway? Why h to split with a guy that didn't have a hand in it at all Split! Why the nut'll take it all!

"Nix! Me for the border I couldn't do a thing with all this coin down in Rio, an' Bridgie'll be along there most any time We can hit it up soh Why, say kid, there ht of it"

A frown suddenly clouded his face "Why did I take it?" he asked hi fine fer poor, bleedin' Mexico? If I was a-doin' that they ain't nothin' criuy that owned the coin If I was just plain crackin' a safe on ain an' I can't be that-- no, not with that face of yours standin' out there so plain right in front of h you were there yourself, askin' me to remember an' be decent God! Barbara--asn't I born for the likes of you, and not just a measly, ornery s of Knibbs's: There ain't no sweet Penelope sosea, and hear the rigging hu lips that fly before the out-bound ships, And I can hear the breakers on the sand a-calling "Come!"