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"Don't let any one in on this You two can hold up the stage Why, it was never held up But you want toat Phenix in gold?"

Jim Wilson whistled low

"An' leave for new territory?" repeated Snake Anson, under his breath

"You've said it"

"Wal, I ain't fancyin' the girl end of this deal, but you can count on dalena--an' her nain drivin' south in about teeks Later, if the weather holds good, send me word by one of them an' I'll meet you"

Beasley spread his hands once loves and pulled down his so strode out into the night

"Jim, what do you make of him?" queried Snake Anson

"Pard, he's got us beat tays for Sunday," replied Wilson

"A-huh! Wal, let's get back to camp" And he led the way out

Low voices drifted into the cabin, then ca hoofs, and after that a steady trot, gradually ceasing Once more the moan of wind and soft patter of rain filled the forest stillness