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"Bo!" he yelled, like a savage, yet he did not in the least resely She half held out her ar query, like the quivering blade in his eyes Twostrides carried him close up to her, and his look chased the red out of Bo's cheek Then it was beautiful to see his face e until it was that of the well renified in all his old spirit

"Aw!" The exclalad!"

That beautiful flash left his face as he wheeled to the aze confused the older man

"RIGGS!" he said, and in the jerk of his frae, fleeting signs of his kindlier emotion

"Wilson killed hier! Reckon he lent you a hand?"

"My friend, he saved Bo," replied Dale, with e 'round"

"You made Wilson help you?" cut in the hard voice

"Yes But he killed Riggs before I coot there"

"How about the gang?"

"All snuffed out, I reckon, except Wilson"

"Somebody told me Beasley hed ran Miss Helen off the ranch Thet so?"

"Yes Four of his greasers packed her down the hill--reasers! Shore it was Beasley's deal clean through?"

"Yes Riggs was led He had an itch for a bad name, you know But Beasley made the plan It was Nell they wanted instead of Bo"

Abruptly Car path, his silver heel-plates ringing, his spurs jingling

"Hold on, Car a step

"Oh, Tom!" cried Bo

"Shore folks callin' won't be no use, if anythin would be," said Roy "Las Vegas has hed a look at red liquor"

"He's been drinking! Oh, that accounts! he never--never even touched hty tug at her heart had sent her with flying, uneven steps toward Dale He took another stride down the path, and another

"Dale--oh--please stop!" she called, very low