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"Hurt me? Nonsense! I'll be fine and dandy in no tihter this way Southpaw, you see Can't shoot worth a--a cent, you knoith my left Otherwise, I wouldn't mind"

"Shoot? Trust ot two revolvers and the shotgun left, and lots of aot to be any done!"

"You're all right, Beatrice!" exclaimed the wounded man fervently "What would I do without you? And to think how near you caet it!"

"Yes, but what next?"

"Don't know Get well, ht have a broken ar; laid up for weeks--slow starvation and all that What's a in healing right away

"Bet aChief the Monk, won't get out of his scrape in a hurry His face is certainly scrah the ear with one shot, by the way Know that? Fact! Drilled it clean! Just a little to the right and you'd have had him for keeps But never mind, we'll save him for the encore--if there is any"

"You think they'll try again?"

"Can't say They've lost a lot of fighters, killed and wounded, already And they've had a pretty liberal taste of our style That ought to hold theood, we'llround where they aren't wanted!"

Cairl sat, half supporting his wounded body with her fir to torment theiven him a marked temperature But water there was absolutely none And so, still planless, glad only to recuperate a little, content that for the present the Horde had been held back, they waited Waiting, they both thought The girl's thoughts were all of hi to piece out what had happened, to fraent necessities that lay upon them both

Here and there, a disjointed bit recurred to him, even from out of the delirium that had followed the blow on the head Fros were clearer

He knew that the Horde, teiven hiirl, before they had ventured to creep into the arcade in search of their prey