"Then come out!"
The miner quickly threw open the stage door, put his foot upon the step and then peered cautiously toward his foe.
Instantly there came a shot, and, without a moan, he pitched forward head foremost and fell in a heap between the wheels.
"Any more?" called out the road-agent sternly.
No answer came, and, revolvers in hand, he stepped to one side and opened fire at the coach. He fired with both hands, and did not cease until he had emptied his weapons and riddled the coach.
Then he unslung his rifle from his saddle-horn and cautiously approached, ready to fire at the first sign of danger to himself.
But he had done his work well, and he had nothing to fear, so advancing to the coach, found that it was empty.
Quickly he set about searching the vehicle for all of value that it might carry. He found a roll of bills belonging to the miner, and a few things of value in his valise.
The young man panned out for him nearly a thousand in money, and some jewelry, and Dave Dockery was pretty well supplied with funds.
But the masked marauder searched rapidly on, and evidently looked for a richer haul yet.