Summary

Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — VII. Among Friends Again (1888)

When we came within sight of the cabin a few minutes later I saw the entire posse gathered around it, and the sheriff and rube standing in the doorway, the latter rubbing his eyes as if he had just been aroused from a sound sleep.
"Sold again," said the officer, as Mr. Swan came up.
"There, now!" exclaimed the guide, who was profoundly astonished. "Well, I told you that Matt was a sly old fox, and that you'd have to be mighty sly yourself if you caught him. The young ones are chips of the old block, and can dodge about in the woods like so many partridges.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — VII. Among Friends Again (1888)

Of course our pay goes on, but no honest man wants to take money that he doesn't earn."
"Well, I must say that things have come to a pretty pass when a few vagabonds can shut up two hotels and throw fifty men like Mr. Swan out of employment," said Joe, as the guide went down the beach toward the place where he had left his canoe. "Now that the guns have been recovered, Matt Coyle ought to be arrested without an hour's delay. I hope he and Jake will be looking through iron bars when we return."
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — VII. Among Friends Again (1888)

Swan. "Of course Rube keeps poachers away from the outlet of nights, but he was hired to watch Matt Coyle. He's too lazy to be a guide, Rube is; but he's honest, and hates Matt as bad as I do."
"Why does Mr. Hanson want to have Matt watched?" asked Joe.
"You remember about the Winchester rifle and Lefever hammerless that were stolen a while back, don't you?" asked the guide. "Well, the men who own them guns are worth anywhere from twenty-five to fifty dollars a day to the hotel they put up at, because they always bring a big crowd with them.
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