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Wilson's tense face twitched, and he averted it, as apparently he fought off a paroxys oath

"Crazy or not, I'll git gold out of thet kid!" he roared

"But, ittin' daffy, too? I declare this outfit's been eatin' loco You can't git gold fer her!" said Wilson, deliberately

"Why can't I?"

"'Cause we're tracked We can't in' lead"

"Tracked! Whar 'd you git thet idee? As soon as this?" queried Anson, lifting his head like a striking snake His men, likewise, betrayed sudden interest

"Shore it's no idee I 'ain't seen any one But I feel it in my senses I hear soht in particular Reckon there's a big posse after us"

"Wal, if I see or hear anythin' I'll knock the girl on the head an' we'll dig out of hyar," replied Anson, sullenly

Wilson executed a swift forward ht have been looked for froaped

"Then you'll shore hev to knock Jie as his action

"Jio back on nity of pathos

"I'ht as well knock it in, an' you'll hev to before I'll stand you url you've drove crazy"

"Jirowin' daffy ood stiff drink of whisky"

So he tried to throw off gloom and apprehension, but he failed His co his head

"Boss, let Ji'in' hiotta be careful"

Moze corroborated this state was resuame, and both Moze and Shady evinced little of that whole-hearted obsession which usually attended their ga at the little shelter where the captive girl kept herself out of sight At tih, very unnatural, afted across the space Wilson plodded at the cooking and apparently heard no sounds Presently he called the men to eat, which office they surlily and silently performed, as if it was a favor bestowed upon the cook