“He has little to rob me of, Jack.”
Up to the coach rode the chief, while he bent low in his saddle and said:
“We have the pleasure of meeting, Miss Fallon.”
“The pleasure is all yours, sir.”
“And, Jack, you and I have met before,” resumed the chief, paying no attention to Lucille’s sarcastic reply to his salutation.
“Yes, and some day we’ll meet once too often for your good, cap,” said Jack.
“Well, what have you aboard to interest me, other than the fair lady on the box with you?”
“Nothing, for I’m running light; but I was in hopes you was dead.”
“Oh, no; I am still on deck, as you see.
“But have you no dust from the mines on board?”