Part 10 (1/2)

The horses quiet down: Jehu sits like a carved statue on his box; the silence becomes painful to those within the stage--those who are trembling in a fever of excitement, and peering from the open windows with revolvers c.o.c.ked for instant use.

The moon suddenly thrusts her golden head over the pinnacle of a h.o.a.ry peak a thousand feet above and lights up the gorge with a ghastly distinctness that enables the watchers to behold a black horseman blocking the path a few rods ahead.

”Silence! Listen!” Two words this time, in the same clear, commanding voice. A pause of a moment, then the stillness is broken by the ominous click! click! of a score of rifles; this alone announces that the stage is ”covered.”

Then the lone horseman rides leisurely down toward the stage, and Jehu recognizes him. It is Deadwood d.i.c.k, Prince of the Road!

Mounted upon his midnight steed, and clad in his weird suit of black, he makes an imposing spectacle, as he comes fearlessly up. Well may he be bold and fearless, for no one dares to raise a hand against him, when the glistening barrels of twelve rifles protruding from each thicket that fringes the road threaten those within and without the stage.

Close up to the side of the coach rides the daring young outlaw, his piercing orbs peering out from the eye-holes in his black mask, one hand clasping the bridle-reins the other a nickel-plated seven-shooter drawn back at full c.o.c.k.

”You do well to stop, Bill McGucken!” the road-agent, observes, reining in his steed. ”I expected you hours ago, on time.”

”Twarn't my fault, yer honor!” replies Jehu, meek as a lamb under the gaze of the other's popgun. ”Ye see, we broke a pole this side o'

Custer City, an' that set us behind several p'ints o' ther compa.s.s.”

”What have you aboard to-night worth examining!”

”Nothin', yer honor. Only a stageful uv pa.s.sengers, this trip.”

”Bah! you are getting poor. Get down from off the box, there!”

The driver trembled, and hesitated.

”_Get_ down!” again commanded the road-agent, leveling his revolver, ”before I drop you.”

In terror McGucken made haste to scramble to the ground, where he stood with his teeth chattering and knees knocking together in a manner pitiable to see. ”Ha, ha, ha!” That wild laugh of Deadwood d.i.c.k's made the welkin ring out a weird chorus. ”Bill McGucken, you should join the regular army, you are so brave. Ha, ha, ha!”

And the laugh was taken up by the road-knights, concealed in the thicket, and swelled into a wild, boisterous shout.

Poor McGucken trembled in his boots in abject terror, while those inside the coach were pretty well scared.

”Driver!” said the Prince of the Road, coolly, after the laugh, ”go you to the pa.s.sengers who grace this rickety shebang and take up a collection. You needn't c.u.m to me wi' less'n five hundred ef ye don't want me to salt ye!”

Bowing humble obeisance, McGucken took off his hat, and made for the stage door.

”Gentlemen!” he plead, ”there is need o' yer dutchin' out yer dudads right liberal ef ye've enny purtic'lar anticypation an' desire ter git ter Deadwood ter-night. d.i.c.k, the Road-Agent, are law an' gospel heerabouts, I spec'late!”

”Durned a cent'll I fork!” growled one old fellow, loud enough to be heard. ”I ain't afeerd o' all the robber d.i.c.ks from here ter Jerusalum.”

But when he saw the muzzle of the young road-agent's revolver gazing in through the window, he suddenly changed his mind, and laid a plethoric pocketbook into McGucken's already well-filled hat.

The time occupied in making the collection was short, and in a few moments the Jehu handed up his battered ”plug” to the Prince of the Road for inspection.

Coolly Deadwood d.i.c.k went over the treasure, as if it were all rightfully his own; then he chucked hat and all into one of his saddle-bags, after which he turned his attention toward the stage. As he did so he saw for the first time the two pa.s.sengers on top, and as he gazed at them a gleam of fire shot into his eyes and his hands nervously griped at his weapon.

”Alexander Filmore, you here!” he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, his voice betraying his surprise.