CHAPTER XXVIHOW CHICK GOT HIS MAN
Spark was not so good a runner as Cricket, and Chick would have made a capture much quicker than Patsy had done, had his man not doubled back to the road, and, fortunately for him, encountered a young woman in a gingham dress and sunbonnet, driving home from town.
“Stop!” cried Spark. “Take me in—I want to ride with you!”
“Not much you don’t!” returned the young woman, with a toss of her head. “I can pick my own comp’ny, thanks!”
“Will you stop?”
Spark displayed a revolver.
That was too much for the girl.
With a scream, she let go the lines and dropped over the wagon wheel to the opposite side of the road.
As she fell out, Spark jumped in.
“Go it, you whelps!” roared the robber, grabbing up the whip and lashing the horses right and left.
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