American fiction -- 19th century; California -- Fiction; Western stories
Even with the stranger's advantages it would be a close
race to the station.
Nevertheless, as he dashed on, he was by no means insensible to the
somewhat quixotic nature of his undertaking. If he was right in his
suspicion that a signal had been given by the lady to the stranger, it
was exceedingly probable that he had discovered not only the fair
inmate of the robbers' den, but one of the gang itself, or at least a
confederate and ally. Yet far from deterring him, in that ingenious
sophistry with which he was apt to treat his romance, he now looked
upon his adventure as a practical pursuit in the interests of law and
justice. It was true that it was said that the band of road agents had
been dispersed; it was a fact that there had been no spoliation of
coach or teams for three weeks; but none of the depredators had ever
been caught, and their booty, which was considerable, was known to be
still intact. It was to the interest of the mine, his partners, and
his workmen that this clue to a danger which threatened the locality
should be followed to the end. As to the lady, in spite of the
disappointment that still rankled in his breast, he could be
magnanimous! She might be the paramour of the strange horseman, she
might be only escaping from some hateful companionship by his aid. And
yet one thing puzzled him: she was evidently not acquainted with the
personality of the active gang, for she had, without doubt, at first
mistaken HIM for one of them, and after recognizing her real accomplice
had communicated her mistake to him.
It was a great relief to him when the rough and tangled "cut-off" at
last broadened and lightened into the turnpike road again, and he
beheld, scarcely a quarter of a mile before him, the dust cloud that
overhung the coach as it drew up at the lonely wayside station. He was
in time, for he knew that the horses were changed there; but a sudden
fear that the fair unknown might alight, or take some other conveyance,
made him still spur his jaded steed forward. As he neared the station
he glanced eagerly around for the other horseman, but he was nowhere to
be seen. He had evidently either abandoned the chase or ridden ahead.
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