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Kells purled out a suspended breath and he flung the sweat from his

brow There was about him, perhaps more than the others, a dark

realization of how close the call had been for Pearce

"Jim, you're not drunk?"

"No"

"But you're sore?"

"Sure I'm sore Pearce put me in bad with you, didn't he?"

"No You ainst you And

neither he nor anybody else could put you in bad withtisPearce, do you want to

shake hands--or hold that against me?"

"He'll shake, of course," said Kells

Pearce extended his hand, but with a bad grace He was dominated

This affront of Cleve's would rankle in him

"Kells, what do you ith e passed over Kells, and Joan could not tell just what it

was, but soest a weaker an Kells, iame--and twice you saved my life I think a lot

of youIf you stand by me noear I'll return the trick