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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 43 him that when he got in town. I was figuring on Bad Bailey taking care of it. Bud can still do it if he'll let-his fool pride alone and use his four men to back him up. But I know Bud too well. Hell probably try it alone and get himself killed. So we're not figuring on Bud. It’s got to be us. Bumnett can wreck us here and we ve got too much at stake to let it happen. So it’s up to us.” “Count me out,” Wild Cat Cresty said flatly, the toad in his hand forgotten. “I ain’t forgettin’ the time when one of my wives was sick—” “You never had a wife,” cut in Charley, grinning. “That’s a good ‘un, that is!) Haw-haw-haw1” _ “Well, she was my wife for the time bein’. Anyhow, she was sick and I was down and out an’ Tex come through with enough to take care of her, plus a stake for me to get me back on m feet. So count me out.” “You're in,” Deacon Sellers told the pudgy man coldly. “You'll play with us or you get run out of town.” | “That,” snickered Wild Cat Cresty, “I can hardly wait for. You goin’ to do it all by yore ownself or have the rip-snortiv Bud Bailey do it?” Sellers ignored him and went on. “I’m going to talk plain. Tex won't leave, so he’s got to be packed out. I’m not squeamish and I don’t believe you others, with the exception of Cresty, are either. So Tex stays. Permanent. Two thousand cash from our winnings to the man who gets him in the back, when it’s dark. Well?” he snapped in the silence that followed. Black Jack Smith shifted in his chair and looked at the others. He shrugged his big shoulders. “Agreed.” “I’m in,” Charley said. “I haven't forgot how I lost a thumb and finger. I'd jump at the chance. And you,” he sneered at the Deacon, “tellin’ me only a few hours ago as how I was to greet him with kisses and such. Pahl!” “By golly, I go along too, I think,” Frenchy LeBleau said. The others nodded, all except Wild Cat Cresty. He had the toad down inside of his shirt now and was fashioning a small Napoleon hat from a piece of paper. He brought out the toad, laced the hat over it, and set it on the bar. The hat went crow hopping down the length of the rough plank and the Wild Cat rose leisurely, chuckling at the sight, and retrieved his prize. comicbooks.com