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Murphy uttered one sputtering cry of surprise, flinging his hand

instinctively to his hip, but atte itsalong the polished barrel held the fellow motionless

"Hands up! Not a move, Murphy! I have the drop!" The voice was low,

but stern, and the old frontiersh his

seae

"You! Daht I knew--the voice"

"Yes, I aht Rather odd place for us to e all these years; you kneho away fro in the

dark But I 've caught up just the sa race"

"What do ye--want

"Hold your hands quiet--higher, you fool! That's it Now, don't play

with me I honestly didn 't know for certain I did want you, Murphy,

when I first started out on this trip I s I had been told When so at my back in a poker-room at Glencaid, and drove

the knife into Slavin by limpse of the

hand on the hilt, and there was a scar on it About fifteen years