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"Hold on yere, boy!" yelled Lumley "This yere is so"

"By thunder! if it ain't Pete Lumley," ejaculated the other "Whut did

ye hit ed minin' jackass?"

The explanation was never uttered Out froloom of

underbrush a hatless, dishevelled individual on foot suddenly dashed

into the centre of that hesitating ring of horsemen With skilful

twist of his foot he sent a dis over

backward, and ed to wrench a revolver from his hand There was a

blaze of red flame, a cloud of smoke, six sharp reports, and a wild

stampede of frantic horseun disdainfully down

into the dirt, stepped directly across the motionless outstretched

body, and knelt huainst the fringe of bushes Tenderly he lifted the fair head to his