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"Well, there has"; and Moffat forgot his natural caution in a sudden

excess of anger "No invitations was sent theh the roof?"

Mason straightened up, his face darkening, his clinched fist thrashing

the air just in front of Moffat's nose

"I say they coh this door! An' every mother's

son of 'em, hed a cyard I knohat I 'm a-talkin' about, you

ive ood an' proper Go back thar whar you belong, an' tind

to your part of this fandango; I'm a runnin' mine"

Moffat hesitated, his brow black as a thunder cloud, but the croas

"Ti their feet Besides, Buck was never known to be

averse to a quarrel, and Moffat's bu his wrath and cursing silently The crowd

greeted his reappearance with prolonged applause, and solanced down into the

questioning eyes of Miss Spencer, cleared his throat, then grasped her

hand, and, as they stood there together, all his confidence ca back

"Ladies and Gentleracefully, "as president

of the Bachelor Miners' Pleasure Club, it affords ratification to welcome you to this the most important social event

ever pulled off in this Territory It's going to be a swell affair

from the crack of the starter's pistol to the last post, and you can

bet on getting your money's worth every time That's the sort of

hairpins we are--all wool and a yard wide Now, ladies and gents,