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"What do you know regarding her? Speak out, damn you!"
The gambler laughed uneasily; he had seen that look in men's faces
before, and knew its full, deadly meaning. He had already gone to the
very limit of safety.
"Oh, nothing, I assure you. I never even saw the lady," he explained
coldly. "But I have been told that she was _the_ attraction for you in
this camp; and I rather guess I hit the bull's-eye that time, even if
it was a chance shot."
Winston moistened his dry lips, his eyes never wavering from off the
sneering face of the other.
"Farnham," the voice sounding low and distinct, "I have got something
to say to you, and you are going to listen to the end. You see that?"
He thrust sharply forward the skirt of his short coat. "Well, that's a
thirty-eight, cocked and loaded, and I 've got you covered. I know
your style, and if you make a single move toward your hip I 'll uncork
the whole six shots into your anatomy. Understand? Now, see here--I
'm not on the bargain counter for money or anything else.


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