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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 30 Charley took a handkerchief and wiped at a spot of blood thai pa come from the cut on the miner’s head made by Newt’s gun arrel. “He got sore and went on up to his cabin. Wouldn’t let me do a thing,” Charley replied. “But I guess he'll be all right. There’s Newt, drinkin’ again. Bud says as how he’s really goin’ to give him the devil in the mormnin’.” “He'd better,” she replied. “This place will be run right and with very little rough stuff. You're loafing, Charley. Get in one of the games.” He nodded and walked away toward Bailey’s chair, quite satis- fied with himself. His and Newt's alibi was perfect.. The miner _ Joe lived a good quarter of a mile up the gulch from the end of town, and it took a lot more than five minutes to walk there and return. “All right?” Bailey asked, low-voiced, from his chair. Three-Finger Charley gave a brief nod and headed for one of the games. 5 Chapter Eight HE UPSTAIRS gaming room in the Pound occupied a position on the east side of the building, the open window look- ing out upon the wagon yard about one hundred yards away, the blurry forms of cabins and tents beyond; and, still farther to the east, the side of the gulch rose up steeply toward the crested ridge and the night sky above. Lights twinkled out there where night men were at work, but the three men now playing didn’t see these things because the shades were drawn. Two a.m. Biggers and his companions were gone, nearly ten thousand losers. Tex faced the drawn blind of the window; Massey was across to his right, Gardner of the cold, chiseled features to his left. comicbooks.com