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Nevada City High School - The Quill (371.QUI.1912)(1912) (108 pages)
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Page: of 108
THE QUILL 33
Man-with-the-tobaeco-stained-jaw,
will you please bring me that little
haul you made?”’
‘“‘No!”’ said Jack shortly.
«¢T will give you until 1 count ten to bring me that money.’’ There
was an ominous, confident ring in his voice as he began to count slowly.
‘<Qne—two—three,’’ no one moved —-‘‘four—five—six,’’ still no one
stirred—‘‘seven—eight—nine--”’
‘“‘Hands up! If you turn around I'll shoot,’’ cried a stern voice
that broke the stillness like the crack of doom.
The highwayman’s jaw dropped and he became limp all over. He
let his revolver drop to the floor with a crash and raised his hands
feebly above his head.
‘Pick up his gun and cover him, somebody,’’ came the clear
voice. Above the roaring of the storm came the clatter of hoofs and
2 moment later the sheriff walked into the saloon, followed by Sandy.
“T’ll take the man now,”’ said the official. ‘‘Here, Jack, help me
hand-euft him.”’
When the man was in custody the question naturally arose, ‘* Who
had eaptured him?’’ Then Sandy related his experiences.
‘“‘When J got back from looking for the sheriff the guy was just
asking for Jack’s money. When I heard him refuse I thought Jack
would be shot then and there. Then the robber started to count and
I looked around for the sheriff, but he had not come, so TI decided all
T could do was to seare him. I had no gun, but I didn’t think he would
dare look around with all you fellows ready to grab him the minute
he was off his guard.
all right.”’
For thirty seconds no one moved. Then Jack came straight to
Sandy and grasped him by the hand in a hearty hand-shake. ‘“‘Sandy,”’
ne said huskily, ‘‘you’re a bigger man than I am, and when it comes
to bluffin’—well, you’ve got anybody I ever saw beat a mile.’’
Well, he didn’t look around, and he was seared
Edward Everett, ’15.