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14 WILLIAM HOPSON “Hindu,” Tex corrected him holding down his laughter. “An infamous person should not be allowed to take an oath.” “Allus figgered it the same way,” agreed the now bewildered dispenser of liquids. “Just get in?” That small, wiry man, Tex Burnett thought. That would be Pearson. Business-like, authoritative, probably a square-shooter, though you never could tell. That would be Pearson, letting the tinhorns work his customers. Tex wondered why. Was the man getting a cut? A small, pudgy man had risen from another table and hurriedly cashed in his chips, and Tex knew that he had been recognized. Tommy Ace-in-the-Hole, another of the old-time tinhorns Burnett had known, was leaving by the back door. “Just this minute,” Tex said to the puzzled man with the bottle. “You saw me come in.” “I mean in town.” “I mean in town.’ Does that mean youre a mean man in town? You don't look like a Sioux Indian, but you sure talk like one. "The bartender gave it up as a bad job. He corked the bottle and said weakly, “That’s Pearson coming over. Nice feller. Best boss a man ever worked for.” Pearson came up to where Tex stood, the second drink un- touched in his hand. The owner of the Silver Pound was thirty or so; dark-haired, wiry, and obviously pretty intelligent. “Good afternoon,” he greeted Tex pleasantly. “Howdy,” Tex smiled. | “The name is Harlan Pearson. I own the Pound. Let me wel- come you.” . “I've been welcomed by the barkeep. And do you reckon you own the Pound enough to find a room fee me?” Pearson gave a pleasant laugh that was soft and easy. “Not even for my own brother at the present time, Mr.—” “Burnett. Tex Burnett.” Tex extended a hafid and they shook. “T haven't heard the name before.” “You probably will,” Tex grinned back at him. “Very shortly, I imagine. Just as soon as Tommy Ace-in-the-Hole gets back from wherever he went.” The barkeep had come back. Pearson looked at the glass in comicbooks.com