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livid scar, while his nose was turned awry

He sat staring at the newco, his facial expression devoid

of interest, but his fingers opening and closing in apparent

nervousness Twice his lips opened, but nothing except a peculiar

gurgling sound issued from the throat, and Brant, who by this time had

attained his feet and his self-possession, ventured to address him

"Nice quiet spot for a camp," he remarked, pleasantly, "but a bad place

for a tuurgled again

painfully, and finally the parted lips dropped a detached word or two

"Blairl--that"

The lieutenant wondered how much of their conversation this old mummy

had overheard, but he hesitated to question hi to his surprised lips "Do you know her?"

"Daht--better--than any one around here--know her--real name"

Brant stared incredulously "Do youin this community under an assumed one? Why, she is

scarcely more than a child! What do you mean, man?"