A Desperate Chance; Or, The Wizard Tramp's Revelation, a Thrilling NarrativeOld Sleuth
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A Desperate Chance; Or, The Wizard Tramp's Revelation, a Thrilling Narrative
Old Sleuth
Adventure stories; Tramps -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
Desmond well knew the scoundrel's purpose, but being fond of adventure
he determined to give the rascals a still greater surprise. He was in
splendid condition, his muscles were developed up to the consistency of
whit-leather, and with a smile he rose to follow the man who had invited
him to alight for refreshment. The gambler stepped off the car ahead of
Desmond; the latter followed, when the former suddenly swung round and
made a vicious lunge at the youth who had so cleverly outwitted him, and
once again the scamp was outwitted. A second time he ran up against a
snag, for our hero dodged the blow that was meant for him and countered
with a tremendous slugger which landed on his assailant's nose, and over
the man fell with a swiftness that would have suggested the kick of a
horse, and when he fell he lay there; but two of the other chaps had in
the meantime made a rush for Desmond, and they received a rap
successively--indeed, they had run in on our young walking champion
where he was at home. He was a wonder in science, strength and agility;
no two or three ordinary men would have had any show with him at all,
and the fact was the assailants so determined, for the attack was not
renewed, and our hero stepped aboard the train, the object of the
wondering glances of twenty people who had witnessed the assault and
its culmination.
Desmond sat down in the car as coolly as though he had just gone out for
a breath of fresh air.
Our hero encountered several other adventures of a minor character, but
in good time arrived in New York City. He had not announced his return
to the farm, and consequently spent several days in the all-round
greatest city in the world. There is no place like old New York; there
is more life to be seen in the great American metropolis in one day than
can be seen in any other great capital in two. It is a city peculiar to
itself, unlike any other, in its situation between two rivers and its
nose practically putting out to the sea; in its activities and general
loveliness--indeed, it in a wonderful place, and Desmond enjoyed every
minute during his sojourn, but at length he took a train up-country and
in due time arrived at the station from which he was to team it to the
old farm where his grandfather and father had lived and died.
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