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and there was a considerable growth of beard upon the former. He wore good shoes—just out of a store, they appeared to be, and he carried a string of three other pairs, equally new, in one hand. His coat was much too large for him, and he had turned the sleeves back at the wrists for convenience. His hat had once been a Stetson; it had also quite evidently been a target for a shotgun.

      When Nick first spied him he was walking along the track, whistling; but directly opposite the place of meeting he stopped, and, after a moment, he dived quickly over the fence into the woods, and approached with care the place which he finally selected for the fire.

      And there he scraped some dried boughs together, made his fire, brought an old tie from the track to aid it, arranged his crane of green sticks, and, from a bundle that he carried slung upon one shoulder, he produced the kettle, a package of meat, some bread, and other articles, with which he began the preparation of his supper.

      A little later a second figure appeared so suddenly out of the gathering gloom that neither Patsy, at the fire, nor Nick, in the tree, had any idea of its near approach.

      “Hello, pal!” he said gruffly; and Patsy wheeled like lightning, with a gun already half drawn, to face him.

      “Hello yourself!” he growled, not too cordially, and eying the newcomer suspiciously. “Who are you lookin’ for?”

      The other came slowly forward without deigning to reply to this direct question, and without so much as glancing again at Patsy; but he slung his own bundle on the ground, and, after a moment, stalked away in the gathering darkness again.

      Presently he returned with another tie, which he dropped near the fire; and then he looked sullenly toward Patsy.

      “Share up, or chuck it alone?” he demanded, thrusting his hands deep into his pockets.

      “What you got?”

      “As much as you have, and as good as you have.”

      “All right. I’m agreeable. Chuck it down.”

      Half an hour later, when it was almost dark, a third one appeared.

      He was shorter and slimmer than the others, and the best dressed one of the three, although he was disreputable enough in all conscience.

      He came noisily over the fence from the track, and the two at the fire could hear him long before he reached them. But they made no move. Anybody who approached them with as much noise as that was not to be dreaded, it appeared.

      When he arrived within the circle of the firelight, he stopped and strangely enough began to laugh; and he laughed on, boisterously, amazingly, in fact; he laughed until there were tears in his eyes, and until he had to hold to a sapling near him for support.

      “Aw, what’s eatin’ you?” called out one of the men from the fire. “What you see that’s so funny; must be in your own globes. Come along inside if you wants to, and don’t stand there awakin’ up the dead.”

      “I ain’t got any chuck of my own,” he called back to them. “I was laughing to think how near I came to getting it—and didn’t.”

      “Well, there’s enough here for three—‘r four, for that matter. Come in and set down, pal.”

      And it was not until the meal was cooked, and spread out upon all sorts of improvised arrangements, that the fourth member of the party appeared—and he made his arrival in a most surprising manner.

      He dropped literally among them, seemingly from the clouds—or the tree—just as they were beginning to eat; and he squatted beside them, and, reaching out without a word, helped himself to a hunk of the toasted meat, which he began to tear viciously with his teeth.

      “Nice guy, ain’t he?” said Patsy, leering at the one with whom he had agreed to share.

      “Looks as if he might have come over in the steerage of a cattle ship, inside a rawhide, don’t he?” assented the other, who was Chick. But neither Chick nor Patsy was at all assured that this new arrival was their chief, and they determined to play their parts to the end, or, at least, until they were absolutely certain.

      In reality Nick Carter looked like a Sicilian bandit in hard luck. He certainly looked the Italian part of it, all right; but even among his rags there was some display of color, which an Italian is never happy without.

      When the other referred to him in this slighting way, he raised his eyes sullenly toward them, and he also released his hold upon the food he was eating long enough to finger the hilt of his knife suggestively; for Nick was aware of the fact that not one of the three was sure of his identity, and he preferred not to make himself known just yet.

      “Me understands da Inglis you spik,” he muttered, in a sort of growl. “Better hava da care wota you say dees times. I hava da bunch uh banan in da tree ifa you want more chuck. Go getta it—you!”

      He drew his knife quickly and leveled the point of it at the one whom the others had already christened ‘Laughing Willie’; but Ten-Ichi, nothing daunted by the implied threat, only shrugged his shoulders, and went on eating.

      “Go getta da banan, or I slice you up fora de chuck,” repeated the supposed Italian, rising slowly from his seat by the fire and advancing toward Ten-Ichi; but he had not taken a step before he found himself looking into the muzzle of a pistol, and Patsy, in his capacity as host over the meal, said sourly:

      “Sit ye down, dago, or I’ll make a window of your liver. We’re three friends enjoying a feast, and you’re welcome to part of it if you want it, but if you make any more breaks, out you go—feet first, if you prefer it that way.”

      The Italian subsided with a grunt, and the meal continued undisturbed until all but Ten-Ichi, who appeared to have been really very hungry, had drawn back from the fire; and then it was that Chick made the remark about his hurrying that was mentioned in the beginning of this story.

      But Nick had in the meantime managed to make it known to the others who he was, although he had said no word in reference to it. They each one of them knew that there might still be others concealed in the trees or somewhere near at hand watching them. There was no telling how many pairs of eyes had observed them when they entered the wood. Yeggmen are as cautious and as careful about what they do in the lonely places among their brethren as the cave man used to be in primitive times.

      For they prey upon one another, those men, as readily as they prey upon society. Among them it is always merely a question of the survival of the fittest—and the fittest is always the quickest, and the strongest, or the most alert.

      It was not likely that they would have this firelight to themselves for a very long time, and they knew it; and, in fact, it was not ten minutes after their meal was finished, and their pipes were alight, before, like shadows, three other men suddenly loomed beside the fire, as if they had sprung out of the ground.

      And they stalked forward from three sides at once—came forward as if they owned the woods.

      But not one of our four friends, already seated there, made a motion or uttered a word. They smoked stolidly on, but with their eyes alert for anything that might happen.

      And then, out of the darkness around them, appeared three more figures, and then two more; and the eight, who had seemed to come together, grouped themselves with their backs to the fire, and gazed sullenly and silently down upon the four they found there.

Chapter III.

       The “King’s” Lieutenant

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      The moment was an ominous one, and no one was better aware of the fact than Nick Carter. Everything depended now upon the perfection which his three assistants had attained in the parts they were to play.

      The sudden coming of the eight yeggmen, arriving as they had, so closely together,

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