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"Howdy, Dale," drawled Wilson "Reckon you're a little previous on me"

"Sssssh! Not so loud," said the hunter, in low voice "You're Jim Wilson?"

"Shore am Say, Dale, you showed up soon Or did you jest happen to run acrost us?"

"I've trailed you Wilson, I'irl"

"I knowed thet when I seen you!"

The cougar see position of his s, and spat at Wilson The outlaw apparently had no fear of Dale or the cocked rifle, but that huge, snarling cat occasioned him uneasiness

"Wilson, I've heard you spoken of as a white outlaw," said Dale

"Mebbe I aoin' to juar won't juet the girl for me?"

"Wal, lemme see Supposin' I refuse?" queried Wilson, shrewdly

"Then, one way or another, it's all up with you"

"Reckon I 'ain't got oin' to take o back to Anson?"

"Yes, I aot Anson and his gang corralled You can't slip me--not in these woods I could run off your horses--pick you off one by one--or turn the cougar loose on you at night"

"Shore It's your game Anson dealt himself this hand Between you an' s? I found his body"

"Wal, yours truly was around when thet come off," replied Wilson, with an involuntary little shudder Soirl? Is she safe--unharmed?" queried Dale, hurriedly

"She's shore jest as safe an' sound as when she was hoamest kid thet ever breathed! Why, no one could hev ever irl, a kid like her, could hev the nerve she's got Nothin's happened to her 'cept Riggs hit her in the mouth I killed him for thet An', so help me, God, I believe it's been workin' in me to save her someho it'll not be so hard"

"But how?" deot to sneak her out of camp an' meet you Thet's all"