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This was the aht that stopped Pinkey in his tracks as effectively as a bullet

Wallie heard his step and asked plaintively but without turning: "What'll I do with his"

Pinkey threw the shells froes fro the latter back to him he said laconically: "Drift! And don't you take the beef-herd gait, neither"

The malevolent look Boise Bill sent over his shoulder asted on Wallie as picking out of the ashes and dusting the ham for which he had stood ready to shed his blood