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"Wal, I reckon not. I walked. An' some night I'll shore clean out
thet hall."
Neale did not know what to make of Larry's appearance. The cowboy
quiver, and his hands shook. Then he swung the heavy gun-belt with
"Pard, I reckon he's daid," mused the cowboy. "I didn't look to
see.... Fust gun I've throwed fer long.... It 'll come back now,
gun and belt from Larry, and threw them on the bed. "All right,"
drawled Larry, taking a deep breath. "I went into Stanton's hall the