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For a tiure, and the painter saw

his lips draw into a straight line, and his eyes narroith a glint of

tense hate Yet, a moment later, with a nod to follow, the boy

unexpectedly rose into view, and his features were absolutely

expressionless

"Mornin', Jier whirled with a start, and an instinctivehis rifle to his shoulder But, seeing Samson's

peaceable manner, he smiled, and his own deer in this country, hain't ye, Jiht a sullen flush to the other's

cheekbones

"Jest a-passin' through," he vouchsafed

"I reckon ye'd find the wagon road ht 'spicion ye fer stealin' long through the ti traveler decided to lie plausibly He laughed

mendaciously "That's the reason, Sah this country in the open"

Samson met his eye steadily, and said slowly: "I reckon, Jihtn't be half es risky fer ye ter walk

upstandin' along Misery, es ter go a-crouchin' Ye thinks ye've been a

shadderin' me I knows jest whar ye've been all the tih Ye've done been spyin' hyar, ever since

Jesse Purvy got shot, an' all thet time ye've done been watched yeself