he did so he saw for the first time the two passengers on top, and as
he gazed at them a gleam of fire shot into his eyes and his hands
nervously griped at his weapon.

"Alexander Filmore, you here!" he ejaculated, his voice betraying his
surprise.

"Yes," replied the elder Filmore, coldly--"here to shoot you, you
dastardly dog," and quickly raising a pistol, he took rapid and deadly
aim, and fired.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote B: A fact.]




CHAPTER VIII.

NOT YET!


With a groan Deadwood Dick fell to the ground, blood spurting from a
wound in his breast. The bullet of the elder Filmore had indeed struck
home.

Loud then were the cries of rage and vengeance, as a score of masked
men poured out from the thickets, and surrounded the stage.