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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 25 admitted. “And I’m sure the secret will be safe with Mr.—with Tex.” “Let's cut out the jawing and get down to business,’ Deacon Sellers replied. “Tex pretty well knows what the setup is here. I've told him enough. I’ve told him how we're working and that he can come in. He’s said as how he wanted to think it over. So count me out. It’s up to you two.” He rose, took his hat from Bessie, and went out, closing the door behind him with just a slight slam. “The Deacon,” she murmured, “seems a little put out. As he told you, I put him in charge of the others, and responsibility has made him petulant.” That was a word she had picked up from Pearson. “The Deacon,” he said, “had three men to his credit last ac- count I heard of him. And that was a good many years ago. He's the right man if you can hold him down. But if he gets the bit in his teeth you might find yourself in the position of the bear hunter who got a grizzly by the tail and then found out he couldn't let go.” “Bud Bailey will obey my orders implicitly,” she replied coolly. “That's why I hire him as one of the night shotgun lookouts—al- though after what I witnessed just a few minutes ago I’m in- clined to think that perhaps I ought to offer you his job. But get- ting down to cases, will you come in with us, Tex?” “Getting down to cases, no, Miss Owens, I won't,” he an- swered. “Why?” “Because I quit the business many years ago.” “Then it’s true—what the Deacon said that you told him? You actually did just happen to drop in here?” He nodded and put down the empty glass, shaking his head as she looked toward the decanter. “Quite true. Nor would I have accepted had I still been following the games. I play them my own way and I play them alone.” “The rest of the boys are getting half of the town take and have the field to themselves, Tex. You don't have to be told that I’m an ambitious woman who wants the best out of life. I intend to get it over all obstacles. I need someone like you here to take care of men like the two professionals who were playing in Pear- comicbooks.com