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"Shore I'd stood there--stock-still--an' never moved an eye-winker"

"An' let her shoot!" ejaculated Anson, nodding his long head "Me, too!"

So these rough outlaws, inured to all the violence and baseness of their dishonest calling, rose to the challenging courage of a slip of a girl She had the one thing they respected--nerve

Just then a halloo, fro to hied rocks that hid the outlook Moze shuffled his burly forrand--thet perfors," reirl

"Much obliged to you for lending un," she replied "I--I hope I hit hi him, then Jim Wilson knows nothin' about lead"

"Jim Wilson? Are you the man--the outlaw my uncle Al knew?"

"Reckon I ah What 'd he say abootHe hter And what a shame it was you had to be an outlaw"

"Wal! An' so old Al spoke thet nice of me It's tolerable likely I'll remember An' now, miss, can I do anythin' for you?"

Swift as a flash she looked at him

"What do you mean?"

"Wal, shore I don't mean much, I'm sorry to say Nothin' to make you look like thet I hev to be an outlaw, shore as you're born But--mebbe there's a difference in outlaws"

She understood him and paid hi hope that he ht be one to betray his leader

"Please take this rope off my feet Let me walk a little Let me have a--a little privacy That fool watched every move I made I proot sense" He freed her feet and helped her get up "There'll be some fresh water any minit now, if you'll wait"

Then he turned his back and walked over to where Riggs sat nursing a bullet-burn on his leg

"Say, Riggs, I'irl for a little spell She can't get away An' there ain't any sense in bein'down his trousers leg, lapped a fold over at the bottom and pulled on his boot Then he strode out toward the pro back