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There cah-keyed voice, drawling:

"That's a nice vest Jiot on, but it ain't hardly the feathers fitten

for an ostrich, is it?"

The editor's gravity gave way; he broke into a ringing laugh and turned

again to the shell-it it," said the one who had spoken

There was a turbulent motion in the crowd, and a cry arose, "Run 'em out!

Ride 'em on a rail! Tar and feathers! Run 'e if I were you," said Harkless, and his advice

seeood to the shell-men A roll of bills, which he counted and turned

over to the elder Bowlder, was sullenly placed in his hand The felloho

had not yet spoken clutched the journalist's sleeve with his dirty hand

"We hain't done wit' youse," he said, hoarsely "Don't belief it, not fer

a minute, see?"

The Town Marshal opened his eyes briskly, and placing a hand on each of

the gamblers, said: "I hereby do arrest your said persons, and declare

you ain, louder: "Run 'e them!" and a forward rush was made