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Updated: May 13, 2025
Blacksnake, only to lose courage at the last second and turn aside. Poor Skimmer and his little wife were frantic. They did their utmost to distract Mr. Blacksnake's attention, darting almost into his very face and then away again before he could strike. But Mr. Blacksnake knew that they were powerless to hurt him, and he knew that there were eggs in that nest.
"Blast yuh!" he said thickly, when he could speak. "Guess yuh got me, Cotton-picker. I don't know yet how yuh done it." He tried to seize the gun, but The Kid was too quick for him. "None o' that," he drawled. "Get up! Yo're takin' me to the othahs. Move pronto to the Yellow Houses!" A cunning look mingled with the hate in Blacksnake's swollen eyes. "They'll kill yuh," he sneered.
It might have gone hahd with me, if I hadn't mahked the othah cahds too with thumb-nail scratches!" "Yuh admit yuh marked them cards?" yelled Blacksnake in fury. "What about it, men? He's a cheat and ought to be strung up!" Most of the onlookers were doing their best to conceal grins, and even Blacksnake's sympathizers made no move to do anything.
"We'll soon overtake 'em," old Mike Train muttered, savagely twirling the cylinder of his ancient .45. "Blacksnake's gang can't make fast time with those steers. He's probably drivin' 'em to Gentleman John's headquarters at Agua Frio." "Why," asked Kid Wolf slowly, "do they call that hombre 'Blacksnake'?" "Because he carries one with him that's how he got his name," spoke up Lefty Warren.
For he had his hand under Blacksnake's vest, and that hand held a .45! In his left hand, the outlaw carried his whip. The other, wounded, was in his trousers pocket. The Texan had ordered him to keep it there, out of sight. The two adobes, crumbling to ruins, dated from the Spaniards. For many years they had been used only as occasional stopping places for passing riders.
Kid Wolf jerked the revolver from Blacksnake's side, tripped him suddenly and sent him headlong into the room. "Up with yo' hands!" the Texan sang out. The outlaws were taken entirely by surprise. Only Blacksnake had known what was coming, and he was unarmed. Kid Wolf was no longer reeling and staggering. The desperadoes looked up to stare into the sinister muzzle of a .45! "Shoot him to pieces!"
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