She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. The man could put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them. This is your moment.
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