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"Cut! by God!"
Dunn turned pale with passion. "Who's got another horse and buggy?" he
demanded.
"The new blacksmith in Main Street; but we won't get it by borrowing,"
said Brace.
"How, then?" asked Dunn savagely.
"Seize it, as the sheriff of Yuba and his deputy, pursuing a
confederate of the Injin Low--THE HORSE THIEF!"

CHAPTER VIII.
The brief hour of darkness that preceded the dawn was that night
intensified by a dense smoke, which, after blotting out horizon and
sky, dropped a thick veil on the highroad and the silent streets of
Indian Spring. As the buggy containing Sheriff Dunn and Brace dashed
through the obscurity, Brace suddenly turned to his companion.
"Some one ahead!"
The two men bent forward over the dashboard. Above the steady plunging
of their own horse-hoofs they could hear the quicker irregular beat of
other hoofs in the darkness before them.
"It's that horse thief!" said Dunn, in a savage whisper. "Bear to the
right, and hand me the whip."
A dozen cuts of the cruel lash, and their maddened horse, bounding at
each stroke, broke into a wild canter.


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