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Came a long-drawn, smacking "Ah-hh!" "A sore thrial tu me is that same man," he resumed, "wan more break on his part, as ye have seen this night . . . an' I musht I will take shteps wid um." "Why don't you transfer him back to the Post?" queried George, wonderingly, mindful of how swiftly that disciplinary measure had rewarded his own reckless conduct at the Gleichen detachment.

The latter obeyed with alacrity, and stooping he picked up the fallen gun. He had an inkling of what was coming. "Ah-hh!" Slavin gloated gutterally, as he whirled his victim giddily around and brought the man up facing him with a violent jerk "Windy Moran, avick!" softly and cruelly "me wud-be cock av a wan-harse dump! me wud-be 'bad-man'! . . . Oh, yes!

He wud show up agin' th' snow like th' ace av shpades an' he thried." Suddenly his jaw dropped and he stiffened. "Ah-hh!" His eyes rivetted themselves on some object and his huge arm shot out. "Fwhat's yon?" They all stared in the direction he indicated.

He was nervously clinching and unclinching his hands, but with that exception his attitude was one of tenseness and singular stillness, as if every faculty were concentrated. "There's something about," he gasped, "something bad. I can't tell what it is yet, but I'll know in a minute. Ah-hh!" He rushed across the open space before the cabin and into the trees that grew thickly at the side.

Eyes rushing water and one profile now resembling a slab of bloodied liver, the man reeled about in a circle as if bereft of sight. "Oh-hh! Ooh! No-o! Ah-hh!" The wild, moaning cry for quarter came gaspingly out of puffed, blood-foamed lips. But there was no mercy in Slavin. He looked round at the wrecked bar, the glass-slashed bleeding faces of his men and the rest of the saloon's occupants.

That d d Blake that d d Gully! Stealin' my hawss away'f me an' gittin' me fined! I'll git back at somebody fur this! Pleece! yes! yeh kin holler 'Pleece! Let me get th' drop on th' red-coated, yelluh-laigged sons of ! Ah-hh!" His eyes glittered with his insane passion, "Here they come! Now! watch th' s try an' arrest me!"

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