Part 9 (2/2)

”There!” he thought. ”That doesn't look like anything of value. If I am held up, the thieves will throw away the newspapers anyhow, and I can get them later. I think that's a pretty good scheme, myself.”

An hour later Jack was on his way along the mountain trail. It was quite dark, for there was no moon. But Jack laughed and sang as he parted from Jennie. He pretended that his heart was light, though, truth to tell, he was a bit apprehensive.

”Maybe those fellows don't know that the letters have arrived, and, if they do, my newspaper stunt will fool 'em,” he decided.

It was near the bridge where once he had so nearly had a serious accident that, as Jack was riding along, he heard a sudden command:

”Halt!”

”Go on, Sunger! Go on!” yelled Jack in his pony's ear, as he slapped the animal on the flank. Then Jack felt himself suddenly attacked, as some one rode up alongside him, and dealt him a blow on the head.

CHAPTER IX

IN BONDS

For a moment Jack was so overcome by dizziness and a faint, sick feeling, that he could do nothing. Everything seemed black before his eyes, a blackness not of night, but the blackness of a fainting fit.

The young express rider reeled in his saddle, but he kept his seat by a great effort. Then he fought back the growing faintness that was overcoming him.

”I mustn't give in! I mustn't give in!” he told himself fiercely, over and over again. ”I mustn't give way! I won't! I've got to protect the valuable letters--the mail--the express.”

Then, somehow, Jack's head cleared. He felt more able to hold himself back from that terrible black void. He straightened up in the saddle, and his vision was again normal.

In the darkness he could see several men, three at least, standing around him. These three were not mounted, though off to one side of the trail Jack could see several dark forms which he could make out to be horses. Then he saw, as he turned in his saddle, a man behind him on a big horse. This man held something in his hand, and Jack guessed it was this individual who had struck him. All four of the men wore masks.

”What--what does this mean?” faltered Jack, though he could pretty well guess.

”Huh! Don't you know?” was the question shot back at him. He tried to distinguish the voice, but could not. It was the mounted man who had spoken.

”A hold-up, eh?” asked Jack, his tones faltering in spite of his effort to make them steady. That this should come to him in spite of his watchfulness was a bitter thing. And a robbery, of all time, when the valuable papers and letters expected by Mr. Argent were in the mail pouches, too! There was also some valuable express matter. Jack gritted his teeth in anger. Then his hand moved toward the pocket where he carried his weapon.

”No you don't!” was the sudden and fierce exclamation of the man on the horse beside him, and with a quick motion he caught hold of Jack's hand, and jerked it away. ”Take his gun!” the man directed. ”I'll hold him.”

One of the dismounted men came up, and while the man on the big horse held Jack in a cruel grip, another of the robbers brought out the revolver which Jack's father had given him to carry for protection. But it had afforded little of that in this instance.

The young rider tried in vain to pierce behind the masks, and ascertain the ident.i.ty of those holding him up, but it was of no avail.

”What do you want? What's the game?” Jack asked, as the man let go of his wrist. The fellow, however, kept one hand on the bridle of the pony, so that there was no chance for Jack to make a sudden spurt to escape.

”The game is we want what you've got with you,” said one of the men. ”And you might as well admit that we're going to get it. You may be a pretty smart lad, or think you are, but I guess we've got you right now!”

”No, you've got me all wrong,” Jack answered bitterly. ”And while you were about it why didn't you bring a few more along. Four crooks seem hardly enough to hold up one pony express rider. Aren't you afraid I'll do something to you?”

He spoke lightly--sarcastically. He was fighting for time. Trying to think of some plan of escape. He even thought perhaps some one might come along to whom he could appeal for help. But there was as small a chance of that as there was of his being able to get away by his own efforts.

”I suppose you could have scared up half a dozen more like yourselves,” he went on. ”There are more outlaws in the mountains. Or, maybe, you have another force back on the trail, and another ahead here.”

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