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One of theman's arms, had fallen

back into the crohen the lariat was thrown over the oak li the short colloquy just detailed, the attention of the other had

becoton wrenched himself free, and

struck this man full in the face

He had never in his well-ordered life hit in anger, but behind this

bloas desperation, and the weight of a young and active body The

ton seized the lariat with both hands and tried

to wrench it over his head

The individual who had done all the talking leaped forward toward hi a hastily aimed blow, seized hiround Bennington struggled furiously and silently

The other had great difficulty in holding hi and laughing a

little "Tie his hands, for the love of Heaven"

In another moment the Easterner, his ar hard and the short struggle had heated his

blood through and through Bunker Hill had waked up He set his teeth,

resolving that they should not get another word out of hily Over his shoulder Bennington

diure, tense with the expectation of effort,

lean forward to the slack of the lariat He stared back to the front

The leader raised his pistol to give the signal Bennington shut his