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"Dat feller," he said, "chust vent out off

cannon strapped to his vish-bone I don't know if he's chust a rube, or

if un-toter"

The two patrolmen only nodded, and sauntered on They did not hurry,

but neither did Saaze into afilled with

Italian sweetmeats, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to find

hi eyes

"What's your game?" shortly demanded one of the officers

"What's ther matter?" countered Samson, as tartly as he had been

questioned

"Don't you know better than to tote a gun around this town?"

"I reckon thet's my business, hain't hit?"

The boy stepped back, and shook the offending hand fro, but he controlled it, and turned on his heel,

with thethe final word

"I reckon ye're a-barkin' up ther wrong tree"

"Not by a daht, we ain't!" One of the patrolmen seized and

pinioned his arly lifted his club

"Don't try to start anything, young feller," he warned The street was

awake now and the ever-curious crowd began to gather The big officer