Chapter 23
The professor was startled at the exclamation, but was unwilling to believe that the man before him was a highwayman. "My friend," he said, "won't you move to one side? You are in my path." "We have a little business together," said the horseman, grimly, as he drew out and presented a revolver, "that must be attended to first." "Do you wish a bottle of balm?" inquired Professor Robinson, in a tremulous voice. "No; you may need one yourself unless we come to terms." "What do you mean?" "Hand over your pocketbook, old man, and be quick about it." "I presume you are joking," said the professor nervously. "You won't find it much of a joke!" "Are you a**********?" gasped the professor. The other gave a quick, short laugh. "You may call me that if you like," he said. Now, Professor R
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