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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 123 one of the miners who had helped with the execution took charge. “Gardner ain’t done nothin’ much, seein’ as how he’s only been in town a day or so. Got in yesterday, didn’t you?” “Yes,” nodded the gambler. “But you helped Pearson with the trial and I reckon thet counts fer a little. You're still a gambler, an’ from what this Burnett said, plus what Jed Haraway said on the witness stand, you ain't much better than the ones you sentenced. So we can give you yore choice: thet empty noose out there or leavin’ town. Which'll it be, mister?” “Tl leave as soon as I can pack my bags,” was the reply. “Mister, this is a miners’ drumhead court in session right now. You'll leave right now or swing right now.” “Very well.” “There’s some of Pearson’s string of horses still in the wagon yard stable,” a freighter replied. “Can you saddle a horse?” “I should be able to—I’ve ridden them all my life,” was the curt reply. Gardner had recovered his poise. “All right, then. Turn him loose, boys. You got thirty min- utes to git him saddled and git.” “Make it fifteen,” yelled back somebody. “And I'll just go along to see he does it in Jess’n thet.” _ Gardner found himself shoved out through the doorway in back, and then the new “judge” turned to the Deacon and Charley. “Next case, he announced. Chapter Twenty “Ji == HREE MILES south of town, a trio sat on rocks around a small fire. They hadn't been talking much. The terrible events of the day were too fresh in their minds. Tex could still see Lance comicbooks.com