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"No, damn--you! No!" cried Kells, in hoarse, broken fury With both

hands before hiold, of

Gulden, of the nant men, of a horrible temptation

"Reckon, boss, thet yellow streak is operatin'!" sang out Jesse

Sold, nor Gulden, nor men, nor taunts ruined Kells at

this perhaps , terrible opportunity presented It was the strange and

terrible nature of the wager What vision aainlike a flaood in hinificent

gamble He could not resist it

Speechless, with a ness

"Blicky, shuffle the cards," boomed Gulden

Blicky did so and dropped the deck with a slap in the middle of the

table

"Cut!" called Gulden

Kells's shaking hand crept toward the deck

Jiain power of speech and ly, as he leaped forward

But neither Kells nor the others heard him, or even saw his

movement