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"Careful you don't bust," warned Dextry. "I've seen men get plumb drunk on mountain air. Don't expand too strong in one spot." He went back abruptly to his pipe, its villanous fumes promptly averting any danger of the air's too tonic quality. "Gad! What a smudge!" sniffed the younger man. "You ought to be in quarantine." "I'd ruther smell like a man than talk like a kid.

"It's just as Mexico Mullins said," Dextry stormed; "there's a deal on of some kind. I'm goin' up to the hotel an' call on the Judge myself. I 'ain't never seen him nor this McNamara, either. I allus want to look a man straight in the eyes once, then I know what course to foller in my dealings." "You'll find them both," said Glenister, "for McNamara rode into town behind me."

"Oh, as to law, they don't pay any attention to it any more," said Glenister, bitterly. "I made a mistake in not killing the first man that set foot on the claim. I was a sucker, and now we're up against a stiff game. The Swedes are in the same fix, too. This last order has left them groggy." "I don't understand it yet," said Dextry. "Why, it's this way.

Wait a moment. I have something to say. Mr. Glenister didn't warn them. They thought you were going to attack the mines and so they rode out there before midnight. I am telling you the truth, really. They left hours ago." It was the first sign she had made, and they recognized her to a man. There were uncertain mutterings below till a new man raised his voice. Both Roy and Helen recognised Dextry.

"We've made a good fight, whether we win or lose to-night," said Dextry. Roy replied, "MY fight is made and won." "What does that mean?" "My hardest battle had nothing to do with the Midas or the mines of Anvil. I fought and conquered myself." "Awful wet night for philosophy," the first remarked. "It's apt to sour on you like milk in a thunder-storm.

Slapjack left the others here and rode southward down the Dry Creek Trail towards town, while the partners shifted part of the weight from the overloaded pack- mules to the remaining saddle-animals and continued eastward along the barren comb of hills on foot, leading the five horses. "It don't seem like we'll get away this easy," said Dextry, scanning the back trail.

Again his love for the girl surged tumultuously within him and demanded expression. But Miss Chester, no longer feeling sure that she had the situation in hand, had already started to return to the hotel. "I saw the men distinctly," she told him, before they separated, "and I could identify them all." At his own house Glenister found Dextry removing the stains of the night's adventure.

If the disease recurred sporadically, that might mean endless weeks of maddening idleness. It might even be impossible to impose the necessary restraint; there would be violence, perhaps mutiny. The fear of the sickness was nothing to Dextry and Glenister, but of their mine they thought with terror.

He laid hand upon his hip. "The Colts may go, but the courage never will," she broke in. "Perhaps. But I've heard rumors already of a plot to prostitute the law. In Unalaska a man warned Dextry, with terror in his eye, to beware of it; that beneath the cloak of Justice was a drawn dagger whetted for us fellows who own the rich diggings. I don't think there's any truth in it, but you can't tell."

No, sir; they're all crooked." Dextry held the Western distrust of the legal profession comprehensive, unreasoning, deep. "Is the old man all the kin you've got?" he questioned, when she refused to discuss the matter. "He is in a way. I have a brother, or I hope I have, somewhere. He ran away when we were both little tads and I haven't seen him since.