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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 39 “How are you?” was his quiet reply, “Waiter,” she said to the night man, “Tex’s order will be taken up to my room, along with one of the same for me. I like a late bite too,” she added to him. He took in her beauty; it left him unmoved. A bit earlier when Bud Bailey had finished his evening stint and, with Long, quit for the night—turning one chair over to the man who would stay on until eight o’clock—she had called Bailey to her office upstairs. “I've got a job for you,” she'd said without preamble. “Burmett, huh? That’s goin’ to take a little bit of different—” “No doubt. I saw what happened downstairs this evening when you made almost as much of a fool of yourself as Lance did. By the way, where has he been all evening?” “T don’t know. He sorta disappeared. He’d been drinkin’ quite a lot. Probably in his room at the Pound or over in Jed’s cabin sleepin it off. But about this gun slammer Burnett—” “There ll be nothing done about him,” she cut in again. “T want him to stay around for a while. The job I’m referring to is those two men down at Harlan’s place. I believe they have rooms there. Wake them up in time for them to catch the morning stage north. Incidentally, Dad will be driving.” “Now what do you mean by thet?” he protested. “You know quite well what I mean!” she told him coldly. “Those gamblers would be good pickings for the same men who held up the stage once before. And they might decide to shoot the driver.” He started to protest again, but she had dismissed him. Bailey came downstairs scowling. He went on a hunt for Lance Hara- way, and found him sound asleep over in Jed’s cabin, in the bunk above the one reserved for Tex. And the man they called “Evergreen” hadnt been sleeping off too much liquor. comicbooks.com