"What in the world made you start after them alone?" asked Ted.
"Well, you were busy with the big bully, and, although I felt certain
that you would get the best of him in the end, I thought it wouldn't be
good policy to take any of the boys with me, in case there should be a
general fight. I know you would need all the fellows."
"Well, but, dog-gone you, you ought to have taken some one," said Ted.
"How did you know but the old man and the jockey were not dangerous
fellows? Men in their business are generally bad actors when it comes to
a scrimmage."
"Oh, I thought I could handle them," laughed Kit. "And I could, too,
only I got careless, and let that jockey get the drop on me. The old man
knuckled under gracefully when I presented my card."
"Did you get the old man after you were shot?"
"Yes. You see, this was how it was: I got sight of them a short ways
ahead of me. They were evidently saving their horses, for they were
traveling slowly."
"Didn't they get next that they were being followed?"
"I don't think so.
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