Page 56 - In A New World

"Are we prisoners of war? I didn’t know for my part that there was any war
in this country."

"I have no time for foolish discussion," was the stern reply. "You must give

up what money you have about you."

"It’s mighty inconvenient, squire. I’m a good many thousand miles away

from home, and--- "

"Peace, fool! Produce whatever you have of value."

"I haven’t got much. You’ve tackled the wrong man, squire."

"Fletcher, search that man!" said the captain of the band.

Dick Fletcher dismounted from his horse, and with evident alacrity
advanced to the side of the Yankee.

"I think we’ve met before," said Obed significantly.

"I think we have," said the outlaw, showing his teeth. "I told you we should
meet again."

"I can’t say I’m overjoyed at the meeting. However, I respect you more

now, when you show yourself in your true colors, than when you sneaked
up to me at night, and searched my pockets, pretending all the while to be a
friend."

"Take care how you talk!" said Fletcher, frowning. "Yesterday you were

three to one, now you are in my power."

"So you’re a highway robber, are you, Fletcher? Well, I can’t say I’m very

much surprised. I guess that’s what you’re most fit for."

"Do you want me to kill you?" said Fletcher, touching his hip pocket. "It
isn’t safe for you to insult me."