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hell the way things turned out, don't it?"
Winston nodded without opening his lips. He was thinking more
earnestly about Miss Norvell's unpleasant position than of their own,
yet compelled himself to attention.
"Now, this yere Farnham is a gambler an' a thief; he 's all round
crooked, an' we 've got a cinch on him fer the penitentiary. But we
ain't got the right holt," the old miner continued, squinting his eyes
as if thus endeavoring to get the thought firmly lodged in his brain.
"He 's ben made a deputy sheriff. He kin turn that crowd o' toughs
over thar into a posse, an' come over here with the whole law o' the
State backin' them in any deviltry they decide on, even ter killin' off
the lot o' us for resistin' officers. Es Sam Hayes said, if we shoot,
we 'll be a-shootin' up Gulpin County. An' yet, by thunder, we 've
plumb got ter do it, er git off the earth. I jest don't see no other
way. Biff, he won't care a damn how he gits us, so he gits us afore we
have any chance ter turn the tables on him, an' shift the law over ter
our side.
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