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ARIZONA ROUNDUP . 3 Bailey was surveying the crowd, his hard face beneath the Stetson he now wore brutally thoughtful. This was perfect. He and Charley had done pretty well recently, spotting flush miners and having the four men under Bailey mug them in the darkness. The stagecoach holdup too had been pretty profitable. But. here was an opportunity to make a killing. He was to order the two big-time gamblers to leave town the following morning. What more perfect than to hold up the stage and take their large winnings? Long hadn't as yet come back from a trip to the outhouse, and Bailey bent low while he talked. Charley grinned, nodded, and made his way among the tables to where the man Newt idled -among the spectators at the games. Presently Newt, hand in his pocket drifted toward the roulette table, where the big miner still fumbled with his chips and still won steadily. Newt shoved in against him, lurching a bit. He stared back angrily at both the miner and the cold-eyed croupier and flung some money down in front of him. “Gimme some chips,” he snarled. The dealer quietly. obeyed, his face impassive. Smoke curled lazily up toward the ceiling. The click of chips, the drone of the house men’s voices, the murmur of men filled the room. The long bar was doing a good business and from over in another corner a piano gave off barely audible sounds. Lily stood now at the end cf the bar, talking with a mining superintendent, though her thoughts were elsewhere. She, too, had heard about the big game in .an upstairs room ‘at the Pound. Then the fight started at the roulette wheel. She heard shouts, 2 roar of rage, saw a gun barrel swing high and land hard on a shaggy head. And even before she could turn and signal Bud Bailey, the lookout already was out of his chair and plowing through the crowd to get to the scene. “Excuse me, she said to the man beside-her, and went over. The man was down, blood streaming from a cut over one eye, his partly empty bottle drecling more of its contents onto the raw plank floor. Bailey had one of his own men by the collar and was cursingly shoving him toward the front door. comicbooks.com