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"What difference?" said he "What odds?"

"That's hit!" Again Jackson cut in, inexorable "Hit's no difference to

hial!"

"Hush!" said Banion sternly "Not another word!"

"Figure on what it means to you" He turned to Woodhull "I knohat it

ot to haveyou for that only Is your last chance now as good asnow You knohat I mean"

Woodhull had freed his face of the mud as well as he could He walked

away, stooped at a trickle of water to wash hiun back farther froe Woodhull noas

near to Banion's horse, which, after his fashion, always caoon revolvers showed in

their holsters at the saddle When he rose fro his hands as to dry them, he walked toward the horse With a

sudden leap, without a word, he sprang beyond the horse, with a swift

clutch at both revolvers, all done with a catlike quickness not to have

been predicted He stood clear of the plunging horse, both weapons

leveled, covering his two rescuers

"Evener now!" His teeth bared "Promise me!"

Jackson's deep curse was his answer Banion rose, his arms folded