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50 WILLIAM HOPSON found dead in front of his cabin with his head bashed in and his money gone. “And thet ain’t all,” he went on. “IT'wo more men got held up by a masked man with a gun, hit over the heads and robbed. Three in one night! Not countin’ Burnctt’s fracas. This gulch is _a powder keg tonight, Miss Lily. We got to do somethin! J even heard talk about a miners’ meetin’ but I don’t take too much stock in it. You know what'll happen if them rough miners cut loose! They'll string up innocent and guilty alike.” “And,” put in Harlan Pearson sarcastically, “you're going to take a case of clear cut self-defense and do something about it. while nothing is done about one murder and two more rob- beries? Just to make a show? I saw that shooting tonight, Both- well. Massey’s gun was so far out of its hidden sheath under his coat that when he spun and fell it clattered on top of the poker table. Self-defense, and you'll be the laughingstock of this town if you try to do anything about it. And,” he added in final warn- ing, “I’d like to remind you that I also pay a good part of your salaries.” . “Well, all right,” Bothwell said, shaking his head doggedly “If you put it that way I reckon my han’s are tied. Come on. he said to Howard. “Let’s get on the rounds. Don’t ever knov why I was fool enough to take a job like this in the first placc. ” They went out and the waiter brought Tex’s food. He ate. alone. Lily Owens left, going upstairs to her rooms. Pearsar lingered a bit and then also turned to leave. “You are staying, I presume?” he asked Burnett. “As a matter of fact,” Tex replied, “I was planning on pulling out in the morning. But I’m sort of like old Hole-Card Pete was: bull-headed when my temper gets up. I don't like to be pushed. “See you later.” He finished with the meal, rolled a smoke, and went out into the darkness. He tiptoed into Jed’s cabin, noted the empty bunk in the other room, and undressed. His belongings appeared to be as he had left them. Burnett placed them on the fvor, stretched out on the bunk and dozed off. As for Pearson, he had returned to the street and made his way thence back to the Pound. Gardner was waiting for him, a question in his eyes. Pearson shook his head. comicbooks.com