The Fighting Fool

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1918 Excerpt: ... CHAPTER VIII AND A STEER THREE days after the great hold-up and while the country was still seething with the excitement of the mad pursuit, Lum Martin yielded to the importunities of his partners in crime and let them come out to the house. Not since they held up the train had they so much as seen their plunder; and up to date the men who had left the posse to pick up Mexican dollars had more to show for their trouble. Jack Haines was getting surly over the repeated delays, and Sycamore couldn't sleep nights for dreaming of piles of gold. But not of gold alone--for most of the money was in paper--sheafs and sheafs--he had seen it when he grabbed it out, but had never broken the packages. Would they be ten dollar bills, or hundreds? Somebody had even told him that there were thousand dollar bills!. They slipped out to the adobe separately--in the heat of the day, when nobody was around--and Lum received them nervously, pacing up and down like a prisoner and going back to look out the door. "Well, where's the swag?" demanded Haines, as soon as he arrived. "Shhh!" hissed Martin, glancing about as if he expected the walls to give up armed men, "don't talk so loud, for Gawd's sake--this town is alive with detectives!" "Well, gimme my share of the boodle then," rejoined Haines, "so I can have something to travel on in case I should have to skip!" "Lawzee, Jack," protested Lum, "don't you never think of driftin'--those detectives would follow you a million miles if you'd skip out of town. No, sir! The thing to do is to lay low and go about yore business--don't say a word--don't look like you knowed anythin'--and whatever else you do, don't spend no money! That's the way they ketch all these hold-ups--they ketch 'em when they spend their money!" "Well, what'd we g...


Genre: Western