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"You didn't think, did ye," she taunted, with direful malice darting from her eyes, and assuming the mountain dialect so her words would carry a sharper sting, "that Dale Dawson could be headed off, did ye! Yo' sorry life of ignorance never went so fur as ter reckon that poh, ole Bill Whitly, shot down from behind, 'd be so sure in gittin' vengeance, did ye!

Ye thought my Pappy war the last of his line, jest as you're the last of yourn!" Her laugh now became quite uncontrollable, but between gasps she still fired taunts at him. "Didn't reckon yo' god Natur' could raise some-un weaker'n ye ter crush ye out! Didn't reckin hit war likely the last Dawson 'd be fetched down by the last Whitly 'n' her a gal!" As she descended to this, he arose.

Ruth was lookin' at me, an' maybe that throwed me off. But, anyhow, you want me for killin' Bill Whitly nine year ago!" The sheriff's jaws dropped. "Say," he whispered, "what you tryin' to do commit suicide? or write yohse'f a invite to the pen?" "I ain't hankerin' for neither," Dale answered in a dejected voice.

He stared at her, amazed and even frightened by this new, this terribly new, ring in her voice. She was raising her hands slowly to her throat, and shrinking away shrinking back against the wall as though he were some loathsome thing upon which she had suddenly and unexpectedly come. "What's the matter?" he cried, forgetting his own feelings in this new alarm. "Did you kill Bill Whitly?"

Recognizing the town operator's voice she frantically called: "Miss Gregget, this is Jane Whitly! well, never mind the name! this is Colonel May's house!" She was numb, and fearful of those passionate hands which might any instant drag her from the instrument. "Tell the sheriff to come quick!" she screamed. "Dale Dawson has killed Tusk Potter!"

Jim Whitly is ded he don tried to nife me an i fixed him. he wanted to hire me to kil u fer some papers an we was in you ol caben kross the river from the still. He said ter tel u thet he lied to u an that Amy is pure. I don't no what he means but thot u ort ter no. I skipped burn this. your daddys pard.