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Knibbs, Henry Herbert

"The Ridin' Kid from Powder River"

That's her.
Now, stretch your arms and kind of look round. The conductor is out on
the back platform. Come on!"
The express messenger was leaning from the side door in the act of
swinging a parcel to the local agent at the Grossing, when Brevoort and
Pete entered. With his back toward them and absorbed in launching the
package he did not see them as they angled quickly to the other door
and dropped off into the night. The train slowed almost to a stop, the
grinding brakes eased, and it drew away, leaving Pete and Brevoort
squatting behind a row of empty oil barrels along the track.


CHAPTER XXXII
EL PASO
As the tail-lights of the train disappeared, Pete and Brevoort rose and
walked down the track several hundred yards. Pete was certain that
they had retraced too far, but Brevoort assured him that he knew about
where to look for the saddle-bags. "I noticed that we passed a pile of
new ties, jest after you dropped 'em," said the Texan.
Pete insisted that they had come too far until they almost walked into
the ties. They searched about in the darkness, feeling along the
ground with their feet, until finally Brevoort stumbled over the
saddle-bags at the bottom of the ditch along the right-of-way.


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