The Whispering Outlaw

"Steady, Borgen," said a terrible and familiar murmur behind him. "Steady, man. If you turn, I shoot."

There was a tidal wave of crime, of murder, of robbery. Here and there, separated at distances of five hundred or even a thousand miles, crimes were committed which were carefully prepared with a painful and laborious hand; and then they were executed in an instant by one or two bold spirits directed by one man-one quiet-voiced, uncannily brilliant outlaw who seemed to know everything befor...