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"Is that so black a thing?" queried Kells, evidently nettled, and he

glared at her

"I--I don't know," faltered Joan "Is this--this boy a crione wild--gone bad for

sorasp the point If I

can control him he'll be of value to erous man--he'll last out here If I can't win him, why, he

won't last a week longer He'll be shot or knifed in a brawl

Without ht to the hell he's headed

for"

Joan pushed back her plate and, looking up, steadily eyed the

bandit

"Kells, I'd rather he ended his--his career quick--and went to--to--

than live to be a bandit and ly, yet the savage action hich he threw

his cup against the wall attested to the fact that Joan had strange

power to hurt hiirl drove him out

here," said the bandit "He's done for You'll know that the moment

you see him I really think he or any man out here would be the

better for my interest Noant to know if you'll stand by me--