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“You can send some one after us, a man—not you, not either of you,” he called back over his shoulder, and was soon out of sight.,A gentle rap halted his reflections, a sweet voice asked to come in; and in a moment there was a rose-leaf touch on his cheek.,“I don’t know.”,“Now then,,“I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.”,“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?”,The dutiful husband drew from his pocket a long slip of paper and a small stubby pencil. Having a poor memory, he had formed the habit of making a note of everything his wife suggested, so that he could fulfill her wishes in future. The notes were plentiful, but they failed in some unaccountable way to prod his memory.,The Sheriff was a small man with fair, curly hair like a girl’s; but there was that in his eye that reinforced his pistol, made the big fellow quail, the other mutter a low warning. The two lifted the chest by its strong handles and stepped out.,At this moment a wild whoop was heard, and through the open door Moses could be seen dashing out of the corral gate on his cow-pony.,“Easy, mates. Kids, belay there, till we launch her!” This to the gaping youngsters always in the way.,“This is Evelyn Dorr, and Vilette, her sister,” Mrs. Bennett was saying.,“Murder! Murder!” he shouted with all his strength; and his boy’s voice reached far up and down the lonely distances..