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ashestoodonhisownparticular
perchbehindthemail,beatinghisfeet,andkeepinganeyeanda
handonthearm-chestbeforehim,wherealoadedblunderbuss
layatthetopofsixoreightloadedhorse-pistols,depositedona
substratumofcutlass.
TheDovermailwasinitsusualgenialpositionthattheguard
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suspectedthepassengers,thepassengerssuspectedoneanother
andtheguard,theyallsuspectedeverybodyelse,andthe
coachmanwassureofnothingbutthehorsesastowhichcattlehe
couldwithaclearconsciencehavetakenhisoathonthetwo
Testamentsthattheywerenotfitforthejourney.
“Wo-ho!”saidthecoachman.“So,then!Onemorepulland
you’reatthetopandbedamnedtoyou,forIhavehadtrouble
enoughtogetyoutoit!Joe!”
“Halloa!”theguardreplied.
“Whato’clockdoyoumakeit,Joe?”
“Tenminutes,good,pasteleven.”
“Myb