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"Cariht, it won't do no good to call me But let's talk I'll buy you off Ten thousand dollars--"

"Ha!" roared Las Vegas He was as tense as a strung cord and his face possessed a singular pale radiance His right hand began to quiver more and more

"I'll--double--it!" panted Beasley "I'll--make over--half the ranch--all the stock--"

"Swaller thet!" yelled Las Vegas, with terrible strident ferocity

"Listen--ive up--Auchincloss's ranch!" Beasley was now a shaking, whispering, frenzied as's left fist pounded hard on the table

"GREASER, COME ON!" he thundered

Then Beasley, with desperate, frantic action, jerked for his gun