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Hancock, H. Irving (Harrie Irving), 1868-1922

"Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick"

Then you take the other.
We'll handle 'em to the finish."
This seemed like foolhardy talk when it was considered that the
other two men would return armed. But Harry had unlimited confidence
in his friend, and so followed Tom, crouching, until they had
hidden behind bushes along the trail.
"Where be you, Dolph?" called the voice of Eb, as the pair drew
near.
"He's over there," spoke Reade, springing out of the bushes.
"You'll join him after a bit."
Neither Eb nor Josh was armed. Tom sailed into Eb, while Harry
sprang at Josh. For a few minutes the trail was a scene of swift
action, indeed. Shortly Eb and Josh tried to run away, as Gage
had done, but each time the young engineers caught them and compelled
them to renew the fight.
"My man's going to sleep, now, Harry!" Tom called, and drove in
a knockout blow with his left.
Josh swiftly followed Eb to the ground.
"They'll keep quiet for a little while," declared Tom, after a look
at each.
Dolph Gage had by this time painfully risen to his feet and came
limping slowly down the trail.


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