Arizona Round-Up — page 47: what you’re looking at

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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 45 Whiskey spewed from his mouth and the glass hit the dirt and went rolling. Bothwell let out a bawl of sheer terror as the cold object slid down the back ef his collar and along his spine. He spun like a big bull, yanking hard at his shirt tail. It came free and a big toad plopped to the dirt. Bothwell stared foolishly down at the toad. The toad stared foolishly back at Bothwell. And from somewhere out in the night came roars of coarse Jaughter above the sound of running boots. The Wild Cat had scored again. ... Elsewhere there was still more conversation in low whispers that night. Over back of the Pound’s wagon yard Bud Bailey had slipped through the darkness toward Jed Haraway’s cabin. He went with a gun in his hand because he wasn’t sure what he would find. Luck, however, was with him. He stepped into the doorway and struck a match with his left hand—and found himself staring at the muzzle of Evergreen’s pistol. The youth lay in the upper bunk above where Tex’s belongings had been placed. From the room beyond came the heavy sounds of Jed Haraway’s breathing. “Oh, it’s you,” grunted Evergreen. “Shhh,” whispered Bailey, and dropped the match. “You seem kind of nervous.” ’ Evergreen slid his length over the edge and eased to the floor, fumbling for his boots. “I am.” “You got good reason to he. I’ve been hearing plenty. Come on outside and don’t wake up Jed.” They went out into the darkness and walked over to the wagon vard. It was dark and quiet; Curley was asleep on his bunk in the office. The two went in and sat down on the tongue of Haraway's big freight wagon. “Spill it,” grunted Evergreen. “You got kind of careless tonight, didn’t you?” growled Bailey. “I don’t know what youre talkin’ about.” “You know very well what I’m talkin’ about. I don’t mind you doin’ this lone wolf mugging nights. A man has a right to eam a’ honest dollar now an’ then. But, you dam’ fool, you didn’t hit one of them two hard enough. He come to just as you were runnin’ off. I don’t know whether you was recognized or not, but e comicbooks.com