. The Southern States. e ter-rible darkness, over mile after mile ofthe rough mountain road, the horses feetstriking fire from the stones in their madflight. At last they were gaining almostimperceptibly upon that flying figureahead, a bullet whistled past her, andthen another so close that its hot breathburned her cheek. The horses werestraining every nerve, and no onenoticed the sullen roar that fell upon thequiet darkness, coming nearer andnearer every moment. Suddenly therewas a splashing noise, and the sound ofone horses steps had died away. The creek, one cried excitedly, thebridge has w
. The Southern States. e ter-rible darkness, over mile after mile ofthe rough mountain road, the horses feetstriking fire from the stones in their madflight. At last they were gaining almostimperceptibly upon that flying figureahead, a bullet whistled past her, andthen another so close that its hot breathburned her cheek. The horses werestraining every nerve, and no onenoticed the sullen roar that fell upon thequiet darkness, coming nearer andnearer every moment. Suddenly therewas a splashing noise, and the sound ofone horses steps had died away. The creek, one cried excitedly, thebridge has washed away. Hell never git out o thare alive,the other answered with slow satisfaction,and the pursuers turned their horsesaround and slowly started back. The next night Gaston Williamsboarded the train at Johnsons Station,and heaved a deep sigh of relief as hefelt himself being rapidly whirled faraway from the scenes of the past threedays—far away from the moonshinerslonely cabin. And Matt was right—he ne\er
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