Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-04-28

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range, .and plantations are cheap enough
there. Santa Maria but I'll i've easy
after this. I'll pass for gold hunter,
and I'll marry some rich Tancher0' daugh-
ter. and I'll ride the finest horses IN Mex
leo. Twenty thousand dollars, and half
Of it Is mine. Ten thousand dollars /
That's q good deal, but it isn't as much
Is twenty thousand. Why shouldn't /
have it alI2 He's only Gringo any
how, and If he gets half . chance he'll
cheat me out of my share. Suppose
walk OF with the box Twenty thou
sand dollars in Mexico is . big pile. Let
me see. can fool this Yankee thief,
and believe I'll do II. III take the
box out OF the cache and hide it some
where else. When the row about this
robbery cools down, and the Gring0 talks
about dividing, we'll 20 70 the place
where we hid the box, and we won't find
It. Then I'll say some thief has watched rs
and stolen our money. The Yankee
won't know any different. Then, when
the time comes. I'll disappear. might
as well have twenty thousand as ten
thousand, and win have it-this very
night"
And the rObber arose. and dressing
himself. placed . revolver in his belt,
and stole forth into the night.
sIts the best Job ever did, - thought
Jack Martin, as he flung himself, half
undressed, on the bed in his cabin.
Twenty thousand dollars! Ny share
is ten thousand. Ten thousand dollars.
I'll quit cards; I'll be an honest man
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Missouri. buy farm, and settle down.
I'll live easy the rest Of my life"
A smile of satisfaction overspread his
countenance as these thoughts flashed
through his mind.
They'll never suspect me. They'll
think ] made my money in the mines.
Well, did make it in the mines, didn't
IL It don't make any difference how /
made il, and don't care how honest my
neighhors think I've been. Ten thou
sand dollarsl It won't be long before /
make it twenty thousand / wish /
hadn't taken that Greaser in on the spec.
could have handled the job just as
well without him. Beside, what does
he want with so much money! It'll
never do him any good. He'll only
buck it off at monte. wish" Jack
Martin arose and went to the door. He
looked out. Starlight" he muttered
Returning to his seat. he pulled at his
pipe with renewed vigor. I. Now, that
Greaser. = he thought, = wouldn't think
nothing of cutting my throat for that
money. I'll bet he won't rest until he
gets me in the door, SOS he can get away
with the swag / won't trust him. If
he does the square thing I'll divide-if
he don't I'll keep the twenty thousand
and he can whistle for his share. Til
hide the box in my own cache, and I'll
hide it tonight"
In few moments Jack Martin was
creeping through the pines of Lame Hog
Gulch. He was armed to the teeth, and
he knew a short cut to the canon where
the stolen treasure was buried.
Jack Martin crawled noiselessly through
the brush on his hands and knees. The
pines, through which the night winds
sighed in ghostly cadences, shut out the
dim light of the stars, and the vicinity of
the cave was j dark as the interior of q
cemetery vault. The robber had almost
reached the place where the box was
buried, when his quick ear detected the
presence of another person. He paused
duO Jay u0b upOu b4C C0ELAs
Somebody is after that box" he
muttered.
A curse and peculiar grunt Of man
who is endeavorng to lift heavy bur
den broke the stiffness.
ssIt's that Greaser, thought Martin.
well, If he thinks he Is going to swim
die me he is mistaken. His life amt
worth the powder I'll burn to send him
to perdition. "
At this moment the man in the bush
gave cry Of satisfaction. The bowlder
had been displaced. He dragged the
box out Of the cave. There was the
sound Of cracking twigs and the noise
of jingling coin as the box was dragged
through the brush. Then q dark form
crawled out OF the thicket and struggled
down the canon, dragging the box be-
hind him. Still Martin did not fire. al
though the mark was fair one. Heeven
put up his pistol and followed his doubiy
dishonest partner. It was 3 long tramp
the fixed stars were sinking low on the
horizon when the Mexican reached the
spot where he intended TO hide the ILL
COTTON treasure. He had scarcely disap-
peared over the summit OF the ridge after
placing the box in the new cache, when
Martin spTang from bis place Of conceal
ment ard disinterred IL In another
hour the treasure had been reburied and
Martin was sneaking h0meward ID the
gray dawn, exhausted and satisfied with
bis nights work.
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