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"Hell, ain't it!" he sputtered, "but you're a dandy, all right"

"Is Hah, and clear out of his head"

Brant cast one glance into the white, unconscious face of his rival,

and acted with the pro

"Whip off your shirt, Mason, and tie it around your face," he

commanded, "Lively now!"

He bound his silk neckerchief across Hampton's mouth, and lifted the

liet him up There,

that will do Now keep as close as you can so as to steady hi directly into the lurid fla the inert forh the black, sround yet hot beneath their feet, the vapor stifling, but

with clearer breaths of air blowing in their faces, Brant tripped and

fell Mason beat out the ser to his feet once ether they bore

him, now unconscious, slowly down below the first fire-line