第5章
关灯
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中
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lood!”ejaculatedthevexedcoachman,“andnotatopof
Shooter’syet!Tst!Yah!Getonwithyou!”
Theemphatichorse,cutshortbythewhipinamostdecided
negative,madeadecidedscrambleforit,andthethreeother
horsesfollowedsuit.Oncemore,theDovermailstruggledon,with
thejack-bootsofitspassengerssquashingalongbyitsside.They
hadstoppedwhenthecoachstopped,andtheykeptclose
companywithit.Ifanyoneofthethreehadhadthehardihoodto
proposetoanothertowalkonalittleaheadintothemistand
darkness,hewouldhaveputhimselfinafairwayofgettingshot
instantlyasahighwayman.
Thelastburstcarriedthemailtothesummitofthehill.The
horsesstoppedtobreatheagain,andtheguardgotdowntoskid
thewheelforthedescent,andopenthecoach-doortoletthe
passengersin.
“Tst!Joe!”criedthecoachmaninawarningvoice,looking
downfromhisbox.