"'All this yere don't take ten seconds. An' it don't last ten
seconds more. As my hold-up comes chargin' an' shootin' towards the
stage, I overhears a scream inside, an' the next moment that young
female passenger opens the door an' comes scamperin' out.
"'If she tries she couldn't have selected no worse epock. She hits
the ground, an' the second she does--for I'm lookin' over at her at
the time--she stops one of that hold-up's bullets an' goes down with
a great cry.
"'It's on me, gents, at this p'int to take all resks an' go down an'
look-out the play for the girl. But I never gets a chance, an' it's
as well I don't; for towards the last the shootin' of the remainin'
Wells-Fargo person is reckless an' inordinate. It's plumb
reedundant; that shootin' is. But as I remarks, I never has no
occasion to go to the girl; for as I feels the impulse I hears the
hold-up shout:
"'"God! it's Mary! It's my sister!"
"'Thar's a letter on him we finds later, which shows this statement
about my passenger bein' his sister is troo; an' that she's p'intin'
out when downed, now they's orphans--which the letter states their
father's jest cashed in--to come an' keep house for him.
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