In The Shadow of the Sierras.
The Royal Humane Society II.
Shafts from an Eastern Quiver XI.--In Quest of the Lost Galleon
Zig-Zags at the Zoo: Marsupial
Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes XVIII.--The Adventure of the Musgrave Ritual
From Behind the Speaker's Chair V.
At Dead of Night.
Illustrated Interviews: XXII.--Sir Robert Rawlinson
The Adjutant's Love-story.
The Queer Side of Things.
n my pockets--and so I hired out to a farmer away in Pine Valley. We had words one day, and he refused to pay me my wages--so I took a horse out of his stables and rode off."
"It was madness, Oliver," she said; for she knew as well as he did that for the horse-stealer, in those parts and at that time, there was scant mercy and short shrift: it was danger to be accused, death to be detected.
"The horse was worth no more than my fair wages," he rejoined. "I was warned that they were after me, but I thought I'd got a good start of them. They were too sharp for me, though--they cut across by Devil's Ford, and were after me in full chase. They sent a hail of bullets after me; I sent all I had back--I winged one of them--I fancy he was the leader, and while they picked him up I got ahead; but, unluckily, before I was out of shot-range my horse was shot under me. I got clear of the saddle and bolted into the scrub. I gave them the slip for the time. I've been crawling like a dog through the chaparral--