ve person, hardly deserving the name of
man.

"I didn't speak to you," he said scornfully.

The pedestrian's next move was a bold one.

"I am tired," he said. "Give me a ride."

"Will thee excuse us?" said the Quaker meekly.

"Oh, shut up!" cried the assumed pedestrian. "Quakers should be seen and
not heard."

Then to the farmer: "I am tired. Let me into your carriage."

"There is no room," said the farmer nervously.

"Then tell the Quaker to get out and I will take his place."

Ezekiel Mason was by no means a brave man and he did not know what to say
to this impudent proposal.

He looked appealingly at Luke.

"I will accommodate the gentleman," said the latter meekly. With the words
he rose from his seat and jumped to the ground.

"Shall I assist thee?" he asked the stranger in a mild voice.

"No; I am quite capable of getting into the carriage without help."

The stranger did not immediately get into the buggy.

"I don't care to ride, after all," he said coolly. "Just hand me your
money, you old clodhopper."

The worst had come. The new arrival was evidently one of the Fox brothers,
after all.

"Indeed I have no money," said the terrified farmer.

This was true, for he had put the wallet containing the five hundred
dollars into the hands of Luke.

"You lie! You have just come from the Emmonsville bank, where you drew a
large amount."

At this proof of knowledge on the part of the outlaw the farmer was almost
paralyzed. It appeared to him that the robber must be supernaturally
gifted.

"I haven't got it now," he said.

"You lie!" cried the outlaw sternly. "Come down here and give up the money
or I'll shoot you."

"You can search me," said Mason desperately.

"Come down then."

"Thee is very unkind," observed Luke.

"Shut up. It is none of your business."

"Thee had better come down and let the man search thee," said Luke to the
farmer.

CHAPTER X

FOX ASTONISHED

Ezekiel Mason had been waiting for a hint from Luke, in whom he recognized
a master spirit. His only hope was in his companion.

"Art thee Mr. Fox?" asked Luke in a tone of mild inquiry.

"I'll let you know who I am," was the swaggering reply.

Though he was but one man opposed to two he had no fears. The farmer was
evidently cowed and terrified, while the Quaker seemed, though large, to
be peaceable and harmless.

But in his judgment of Luke the outlaw was very much at fault. When
threatening the farmer h