"You want a particular passenger?" demanded one of the men, in amaze.
"Yes, I want but one particular person."
"Which one?"
"The fellow who killed Charlie and Bill, and almost stampeded the train. I know him, and he shall pay dearly for it. Besides, he is a chap that we want out of our way, anyhow."
"Why, who is he, captain?"
"Only Deadwood Dick, Junior, is all."
"Deadwood Dick!"
The little that could be seen of their faces, beneath their masks, proved that more than one of them went pale on hearing that name spoken.
"Nobody else, and he is our mutton now, and we'll make him the sickest man in seven counties before we get done with him. He has been after us long enough; now we'll hunt the man-hunter to his doom."
"Hurrah! that is the talk, captain!"