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"I reckon ht help," remarked Mr Watts, reflectively

Jim Bardlock swore a violent oath "That's the talk!" he shouted "Ef I

ain't the first man of this crowd to set my foot in Roowun, an' first to

beat in that jail door, an' take 'e 'em by the neck till

they're dead, dead, dead, I'm not Town Marshal of Plattville, County of

Carlow, State of Indiana, and the Lord have mercy on our souls!"

Tom Martin looked at the brown stain and quickly turned away; then he went

back slowly to the village On the way he passed Warren Smith

"Is it so?" asked the lawyer

Martin answered with a dry throat He looked out dimly over the sunlit

fields, and sed once or twice "Yes, it's so There's a good deal of

it there Little more than a boy he was" The old fellow passed his seamy

hand over his eyes without concealht,

sometimes, it seems to me," he added, brokenly; "overlook Bodeffer and

Fisbee and ulped suddenly,

then finished--"and act the fool and take a boy that's the best we had I

wish the Alate; he ain't fit fer it"