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"Hit's Sam Woodhull!" ejaculated the scout Then, suddenly, "Git away,

Will--move back!"

Banion looked over his shoulder as he stood, his own hands and array eye was like a strange

ge at the far end of the deadly double tube, which was

leveled direct at the prostrate man's forehead

"No!" Banion's call was quick and i up a hand,

stepped between "No! You'd kill hian to recoil the th, without a word, he caht an arht off a handful of herbage and thrust it out to Woodhull, who

remained silent before what seemed his certain fate

"Wipe off yore face, you skunk!" said the scout Then he seated himself,

morosely, hands before knees

"Will Banion," said he, "ye're a fool--a nacherl-borned, congenual,

ingrain damned fool! Ye're flyin' in the face o' Proverdence, which

planted this critter right here fer us ter leave where no one'd ever be

the wiser, an' where he couldn't never do no more devilment Ye idjit,

leave me kill him, ef ye're too chicken-hearted yoreself! Or leave us

throw hih his eyes never left Woodhull's

streaked, ghastly face

"By God!" said he slowly, at length, "if we hadn't joined Scott and

cliht here! Shall