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Said Here was the confession of one murderer, with no

denial from the other The truce was of Why should he wait? Cataracts

seemed to thunder in his brain, and yet he stood there, his hand in his

coat-pocket, clutching the grip of a azine pistol Sa in the life-and-death

grapple of two codes Then, before decision came, he heard a sharp

report inside, and the heavy fall of a body to the floor

A wildly excited figure cah the door, and Samson's

left hand swept out, and seized its shoulder in a sudden vise grip

"Do you know me?" he inquired, as the mountaineer pulled away and

crouched back with startled surprise and vicious frenzy

"No, damn ye! Git outen ainst the stranger's face From its muzzle came the acrid stench of

freshly burned powder "Git outen my road afore I kills ye!"

"My naer on the rifle trigger could be crooked,

Sah in echo, the

rifle blazed, a little too late and a shade too high, over his head, as

the dead man's arms went up