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For a roan, he rolled over,

and propping himself on his arm, thrust a hand into his bosole,

twisted the pistol froain

"Hurt?" I panted

"Arrowled, and forthwith burst out into a

torrent of curses

"Does it--hurt--so much?" I panted

"Ah! but it--ain't that," he panted back; "it's me--a-lettin' of

you--work off--a mouldy--old trick on me--like--that there--"

"It was ain rowled, "o' reat runner!" said I

"A great fool, youwalk back, and your arht for bein' took in by--"

"If you will lend me your neckerchief, I think I canto stare at me,

slowly and aardly unwound the article in question, and passed

it tolocated the fracture, I contrived a

rough splint with a piece of wood lying near; which done, he

thanked me, in a burst of profanity, and rose

"I've see worse coves nor you!" said he, "and one good turn

desarvin' another--lie snug all day, and travel by night, and