Horatio Alger

“ By this time Caven and Malone had gained the woods. Looking back they saw Joe coming behind, accompanied by the westerner.
"He's after us, and he has got somebody to help him," ejaculated Malone.
"Well, I reckon we can run as fast as they can," answered Gaff Caven. "Come ahead!"
He led the way along a trail that ran through the woods and came out on a winding country road. Beyond was another patch of timber.
"This way, Pat," said he. "We'll have to take to the woods again. They are too close for comfort."
"Can't we climb a tree, or hide in a hollow?" ”

“ They arose, and, satchel in hand, started to leave the train.
"Stop!" cried Joe, and caught Caven by the arm.
"Let go of me, boy!" ejaculated the rascal, and tried to pull himself loose.
"I won't let go, Gaff Caven."
"If you don't, it will be the worse for you! I am not to be trifled with!" ”

“ Give up the satchel, or I'll call the train hands."
"I'll give up nothing, boy! Stand out of my way!"
Gaff Caven gave Joe a violent shove which sent our hero up against a seat. Then he turned and ran from the car, with Pat Malone ahead of him.
"Stop them!" cried Joe, as soon as he could recover. "Stop the thieves!" ”