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A rough low cabin of logs, hastily thrown together, housed through the

winter months of the Sierra foothills the two men who now, in the war a midday

meal The older man, thin, bearded, who now spun a side of venison ribs

on a cord in front of the open fire, was the ht tell who ever had seen hied but

little

That his coer, bearded, dressed also in buckskins, was

Will Banion it would have taken closer scrutiny even of a friend to

deter of these few ht of mien, now he so about his duties as an automaton He

spoke at last to his ancient and faithful friend, kindly as ever, and

with his own alertness and decision

"Let's make it our last meal on the Trinity, Bill What do you say?"

"Why? What's eatin' ye, boy? Gittin' restless agin?"

"Yes, I want to h, Bill The last

snows uncovered a fortune for us, and you know it!"

"Oh, yes, eight hundred in one day ain't bad for two o But she ain't petered yit With e've