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[Nimz S. <de...@wl...>]

Pursuit, and I advise you to make the best of it, and not to follow, or
you may lose more than your money. My horse is tethered outside this
door behind me. When the time is up I shall pass through it, lock it on
the outside, and be off. Then you may break your way out as best you
can. I have no more to say to you, except that ye are the most cursed
set of asses that ever trod in boot-leather." We had time to endorse
mentally this outspoken opinion during the long sixty minutes which
followed; we were powerless before the resolute desperado. It is true
that if we made a simultaneous rush we might bear him down at the cost
of eight or ten of our number. But how could such a rush be organised
without speaking, and who would attempt it without a previous agreement
that he would be supported? There was nothing for it but submission. It
seemed three hours at the least before the ranger snapped up his watch,
stepped down from the barrel, walked backwards, still covering us with
his weapon, to the door behind him, and then passed rapidly through it.
We heard the creaking of the rusty lock, and the clatter of his horse's
hoofs, as he galloped away. It has been remarked that an oath had, for
the last few weeks, been a rare thing in the camp. We made up for our
temporary abstention during the next half-hour. Never was heard such
symmetrical and heartfelt blasphemy. When at last we succeeded in
getting the door off its hin