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The vigilante leader shook the noose in his face and pointed to the

swaying forms of the dead bandits

Frenchy frothed at the ue, but any

The crowd heaved forward, as if with one step, then stood in a

strained silence

"Talk English!" ordered the vigilante

"I'll tell! I'll tell!"

Joan becaular tremor in Kells's arht a gleaun almost split her ears Powder burned her cheek

She saw Frenchy double up and collapse on the platform

For an instant there was a silence in which every man seemed

petrified Then burst forth a hoarse uproar and the stamp of many

boots All in another instant pandee crowd

split in every direction Joan felt Cleve's strong arm around her--

felt herself borne on a resistless tide of yelling, stali away

froiant for e,

wild-eyed et into the circle whence that shot had