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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 55 “It belongs to the gambler named Tex Burnett. I saw him kill Massey, another gambler, with it less than an hour ago in the Pound.” | The murmur again, on a rising note. Biggers silenced them once more. “You sure?” he demanded. | “Quite positive.” “All right,” Howard said, taking it from him. “Tll be going back uptown. You boys take care of your business. Bothwell and me'll take care of this Burnett. Anybody know where he hangs out?” “Yes,” Jed Haraway answered. “In my cabin. But nobody’ll ever make me believe that Burnett shot Doolin or any other man in the back. So you boys better proceed pretty cautious like before you start running for ropes.” Howard went out, not noticing a man who disappeared and scuttled into the darkness. Ten minutes later, the hombre knocked on the door of Jed’s cabin, went in and spoke to Tex. “Little game of tag goin’ on in town,” he said. “Who's doing the tagging?” “I don't know jest how many, but one thing I do know,” Wild Cat Cresty replied. “You're it!” In the dining hall the meeting was getting in order with sur- prising smoothness. Biggers was still presiding but he was pro- testing. They had just nominated him as leader. “Now hold on boys,” he urged. “I've got my hands full with a mine and a mill and looking out after sixty or seventy miners. It’s a sixteen-hour-a-day job that keeps me humping. Only time I ever get off is when there’s a big poker game around.” Laughter followed this remark. “You boys all know that I’m down here at this mill and mine all day long and nights too. What you need is a man who has his fingers on the pulse of the town. Take Harlan here. He knows the miners from the strangers, the drift- ers, the scum. He hears things at his bar that I never hear. Or take Jed here. He’s up and down the roads all day long and in the places evenings. He or Harlan could easily point out the men who are not working and have no visible means of making a living, but who are getting along just the same. If it’s men you want to run out of the gulch, Id say Jed. If it’s crooked joints you want cleaned out, I’d say Harlan.” comicbooks.com