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34 WILLIAM HOPSON “Damn it, Newt, you ought to know better,” he was yelling. ee your fightin’ some place else. I told you Miss Owens don't ike it.” She watched him shove his own man out onto the boardwalk. One thing about Bud: He was ignorant and pretty mean, but he earned his salary. . Three-Finger Charley looked up from where he knelt over the bloody-faced miner. Several men were picking up the chips scat- tered from the pile on the table. “He's hurt pretty bad, Lily,” Charley said. “Newt was some riled and a little drunk, I guess.” “Take him up to my room and let Bessie fix him up,” she ordered. “Now, no reason to mess up the place. You start doin’ that and youll have every man in camp with a sliver under his nail comin’ up to get treated.” _ Laughter rippled through the crowd. She knew it was true. “Then go find a doctor, Charley, and have him fixed up,” she commanded. “Send the bill to me.” : The miner was coming out of it. Charley got him under the armpits and hauled him to his feet, reeling and limp-legged. The croupier already had gathered up the chips in a cloth sack and sent them to the cashier's cage by a floor man. “Where's m’ money?” mumbled the miner, shaking his head like a great shaggy dog. “They Il bring it in just a moment, Joe,” Lily said. “Oh, hullo, Miss Lily. Say, who hit me anyhow?” The blow had sobered him just a bit. “Another drunk,” Charley put in. “Come on, Joe; we'll get your money and then Miss Owens says to take you to a doctor. I'll get you fixed up.” They collected the gold notes and the coined double eagles, the miner cramming them into the sack. Charley solicitously took his arm and they went out. Newt was off to one side. Farther away in the darkness lounged Bailey's three other men. _ Charley signaled Newt and walked on with the unsteady Joe. Five minutes later the tinhorn returned to the Golden Pheas- ant. Newt was ahead of him. The three others had not returned. “Well?” inquired Lily Owens. comicbooks.com