Arizona Round-Up — page 100: what you’re looking at

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98 WILLIAM HOPSON went on to tell the freighter all that had taken place. Haraway sat smoking and listening, his eyes on the other's face. “When do you reckon they'll hang us?” He was calm about it, and so Tex spared him not at all. “Some- time this afternoon, I imagine. I saw some men over looking at the rafters in that new store building going up just across the street from Pearson’s place. They're about twenty feet above the ground. And for the sake of all you boys, Jed, I hope they do a quick, thorough job of it.” “For Lil's and Lance’s sake, so do I.” “How's he taking it?” “Lance? I don’t know. The walls between the cells are made of two-by-eight inch boards and it’s hard to talk. They won't let us anyhow. But he’s been cursing them by turns, probably to relieve fear. They've promised us plenty of whiskey just before the show. That will help them. I won't need it. I’ve been no ange! in my time, but I’ve tried pretty hard to make up for it these last years by hard work and honesty toward all men, and I don't want to meet my Maker with a load of boom camp rotgut whiskey on my breath.” One of the guards came up and looked through the bars. “Better hurry it up, Mr. Burnett,” he suggested. “Somebody’s liable to be comin’ up this way for the prisoners any minute and it'd be better if Pearson and the others didn't find out about this visit.” “Thanks,” Tex said. “We're about through.” He turned to Jed again. “If you want me to I'll go down and dispose of your outfit to some buyer and give the money to Lily. How mueh do you want for itP What about the stuff in your cabin?” _ Haraway told him the price he could get for the team and wagon and said to do anything at all with his belongings because, “Where I’m going, Tex, I won't need them.” Tex rose and shook hands. comicbooks.com