Arizona Round-Up — page 116: what you’re looking at

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114 WILLIAM HOPSON He went out the back way with the sack filled with dice and cards and rode down the alley until he came to the back door of the Pound’s gaming room. It was completely deserted, as he had known it would be. Everybody. was across the street. A group of men were measuring and cutting ropes. Five six-foot-long ° crates were being brought from the store. Tex spent fifteen min- utes substituting Gardner's own crooked dice for the ones on the table racks. He pried off the lock of the card cabinet and put Gardner's sign, Marked. For Black Jack and Faro dealers only, in plain sight, closed the door again. He went out and mounted, slipping his single-shot rifle from its boot to make suré of the load in the chamber, and put it back with a grim face. Chapter Twenty-four EX RODE BACK toward the rear of the Pheasant, nodding to the freighter who stood at the foot of the stairs. The man was holding the reins of two saddled horses. “Everything all set?” the freighter asked a little nervously. “Just about ready to roll. Miss Owens seems determined to stay here for a bit longer. So tie one horse for her—a slip knot so she ean jerk it free in a hurry if she has to. I’m going out front. The minute we get here—that is, if we do—you duck into the Pheasant by a rear door, join the crowd, and help break up the place. Then head for the Silver Pound. All the dice on those. tables are loaded. Six-ace and five-deuce flats. Look at the new decks of cards in the cabinet on the east wall, and yell at the top of your lungs what you've found.” “I shore will,” agreed the other. “Pearson, eh? I never liked the way he charged us fer keepin’ our wagons and horses in his yard. The minute we git through bustin’ up the Pheasant, I'll comicbooks.com