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"I reckon it's honest to say no to thet," replied Wilson "But it's done Beasley 'll get plugged sooner or later Thet won't help us any Chasin' sheep-herders out of the country an' stealin' sheep--thet ain't stealin' gurls by a long sight Beasley 'll blah to send some of his men out to hunt us For Pine an' Shoon't stand thet long There's them Morot thet hunter Dale an' them hawk-eyed Beemans on our trail?"

"Wal, we'd cash in--quick," replied Anson, gruffly

"Then why didn't you let url back home?"

"Wal, come to think of thet, Jim, I'm sore, an' I need money--an' I knowed you'd never take a dollar froit somethin' out of her"

"Snake, you're no fool How 'll you do thet same an' do it quick?"

"'Ain't reckoned it out yet"

"Wal, you got aboot to-loomily

"Jim, what's ailin' you?"

"I'll let you figger thet out"

"Wal, soely "With them it's nothin' to eat--no whisky--no money to bet with--no tobacco! But thet's not what's ailin' you, Jim Wilson, nor me!"

"Wal, what is, then?" queried Wilson

"With es I can't explain, but it jest feels so Somethin' in the air I don't like them dark shadows out there under the spruces Savvy? An' as fer you, Jiot too lon fer you"

"Snake, did I ever fail you?"

"No, you never did You're the best pard I ever knowed In the years we've rustled together we never had a contrary word till I let Beasley fill my ears with his prohtn't have been too late yesterday"

"Mebbe not But it is now, an' I'll hang on to the girl or git her worth in gold," declared the outlaw, grio Thes in my country--theangs out heah If they didn't get wiped out by Rangers or cowboys, why they jest naturally wiped out thes like theainst one real gun-slinger"