The Luck of Roaring Camp and Other Tales

hat might have been seen, carrying a saw and axe under his arm, hanging about the bridge. From time to time he disappeared in the shadow of its abutments, but the sound of a

e hundred feet between the two banks. This done, Burke the Slogger,-for it was he,-with a fie

in was going with fearful rapidity. Another second and it had reached the bank. Burke the Slogger uttered a fiendish laugh. But the next mom

f the train, was the body of Burke the Slogger hanging on the cowcatcher; the second