"No!"
"No!!"
"No!!!" exclaimed Hal, Steve and Dick in a breath.
"Yes! and, moreover, I offered a pair of patent steel spring handcuffs to the sheriff, John Keepe, in person, and pressed him to purchase them, assuring him that he would have occasion for their use if ever he caught that grand rascal, Black Donald!"
"'Ah, the atrocious villain, if I thought I should ever have the satisfaction of springing them upon his wrists, I'd buy them at my own proper cost!' said the sheriff, taking them in his hands and examining them curiously.
"'Ah! he's a man of Belial, that same Black Donald--thee'd better buy the handcuffs, John,' said I.
"'Nay, friend, I don't know; and as for Black Donald, we have some hopes of taking the wretch at last!' said the simple gentleman.
"'Ah, verily, John, that's a good hearing for peaceful travelers like myself,' said I.
"'Excellent! excellent! For when that fell marauder once swings from the gallows----'
"'His neck will be broken, John?'
"'Yes, friend! yes, probably; after which honest men may travel in safety! Ah, never have I adjusted a hempen cravat about the throat of any aspirant for such an honor with less pain than I shall officiate at the last toilet of Black Donald!'
"'If thee catch him!'
"'Exactly, friend, if I catch him; but the additional reward offered by Major Warfield, together with the report that he often frequents our towns and villages in disguise, will stimulate people to renewed efforts to discover and capture him,' said the sheriff.
"'Ah! that will be a great day for Alleghany. And when Black Donald is hanged, I shall make an effort to be present at the solemnity myself!'
"'Do, friend,' said the sheriff, 'and I will see to getting you a good place for witnessing the proceedings.'
"'I have no doubt thee will, John--a very good place! And I assure thee that there will not be one present more interested in those proceedings than myself,' said I.
"'Of course, that is very natural, for there is no one more in danger from these marauders than men of your itinerant calling. Good heavens! It was but three years ago a peddler was robbed and murdered in the woods around the Hidden House.'
"'Just so, John,' said I; 'and it's my opinion that often when I've been traveling along the road at night Black Donald hasn't been far off! But tell me, John, so that I may have a chance of earning that thousand dollars--what disguises does this son of Moloch take?'