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"Does this suit ye, Will?"

"It's our proht that way, but you said

it ree now"

"You other folks all stay back," said Bill Jackson grioin' to settle in our oay

an' in our own camp Hit ain't none o' you-uns' business Hit's plenty

o' ourn"

Men started to their feet over all the river front The Indians rose,

walked down the bank covertly

"Fight!"

The word passed quickly It was a day of personal encounters This was

an asse men But some sense of decency

led the partisans to hurry away, out of sight and hearing of the

womenfolk

The bell-top cottonwood stood in a little space which had been a dueling

ground for thirty years The grass was firm and even for a distance of

fifty yards in any direction, and the light at that hour favored neither

ht with him two men One of

them was a planter by name of Dillon, the other none less than stout