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Kells had begun under restraint, but the sound of his voice, the

liberation of his great idea, roused him to a passion The man

radiated with passion This, then, was his dream--the empire he

aspired to

He had a powerful effect upon his listeners, except Gulden; and it

was evident to Joan that the keen bandit was conscious of his

influence Gulden, however, showed nothing that he had not already

showed He was always a strange, dos Kells watched hilittered in the shadow, fixed upon that

massive face Manifestly Gulden , no pause from emotion He had an idea and it

moved like he moved

"DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES!" The words boomed deep from his cavernous

chest, aalhis power to devise a reold, so Gulden struck out with the

driving inhuman blood-lust that must have been the twist, the knot,

the clot in his brain Kells craved notoriety and gold; Gulden

craved to kill In the silence that followed his speech these wild