Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Men's Gucci Drivers
After supper the flying pair disappeared quickly-
Although Sam haunted lobby and stairway and halls half
the night, in some mysterious way the fugitives eluded
him; and in the morning the veiled lady in the brown
dress with the accordion-plaited skirt and the dapper
young man with the close-clipped hair, and the buckboard
with the prancing nags, were gone.
It is a monotonous story, that of the ride; so it shall be
curtailed. Once again we overtook them on a road. We
were about fifty yards behind. They turned in the
buckboard and looked at us; then drove on without
whipping up their horses. Their safety no longer lay
in speed. Ben Tatum knew. He knew that the only
rock of safety left to him was the code. There is no
doubt that, had he been alone, the matter would have been
settled quickly with Sam Durkee in the usual way;
but he had something at his side that kept still the
trigger-finger of both. It seemed likely that he was
no coward.
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