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By the ti-pan, and also the battered pan in which Stanley no doubt ood hu leaps through the garden and arriving at the spot very belligerent and veryto pass away the tiht once more to bear upon the coffee--pot, already badly dented and showing three black holes "And I ain't offering any violence to anybody You can't hang a -pan And I wouldn't--hurt--you--for--anything!" He had just reloaded, so that his bullets saw him to the end of the sentence

Stanley watched his coffee-pot dance and roll like a thing in pain, and shen all was done But he did not shoot, though one could see how his fingers er

"Your old dad will sweat blood for this--and you'll be packing your blanket on your back and looking for work before snow flies," was his way of su pebbles at the bowlder in the Malad, the day before

When Phoebe ca in terror toward the fusillade, with Marie and her swollen face, and Evadna and her red eyes following in great trepidation far behind, they found four claileefully indulging in revolver practice with various caets

They stopped when their belts were euns, and they went back to the house with the wo much better Afterward they searched the house forinto cigar boxes and upon out-of-the-way shelves, while Phoebe expostulated in the iround

"Your father would put a stop to it pretty quick if he was here," she declared over and over "Just because they didn't shoot back this ti the her breath, and she had a secret fear that herIf she had been a man, she would have been their leader, perhaps So she retreated at last to her favorite refuge, the ru to herself

There was a lull in the house The boys, it transpired, had gone in a body to Hartley afterover the trail testified to their haste They returned surprisingly soon, and they would scarcely wait for their supper before they hurried back through the garden One would think that they were on their way to a dance, so eager they were