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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 61 lay half on his side, red coming from his mouth. He looked up at the man who had killed him, tried to speak and couldn't. By the time the stagecoach rattled up and stopped in the grassy opening, the road agent was dead. Jed Haraway wrapped the lines and jumped down. The three frightened passengers, a little awed now, boiled out. The bearded freighter came over. “Tex,” he said. Just the one word. Then: “So they didn’t get you last night? I’m glad. But don’t thank me. If you got clear before they came for you, it wasn’t my fault. I told them at the miners meeting that you were in my cabin. I had to. They had your gun, Tex.” “The other one, Jed,” Burnett replied. “The mate to this one.” “So youre two-gun? I should have known. But how’d they get it, Tex?” Bumett looked at him steadily. He said in a quiet voice, “I don't know, Jed. It was in my carpet bag in your cabin.” Silence for a moment while the freighter looked down at the dead man. He lifted his bearded countenance. “I see,” he finally said in a low voice. | “Could have been anybody,” Burnett said reassuringly. “Your place was unlocked like almost everybody else’s in town is. Miner's law. Just like the tools they leave in their pits nights. The robber who killed that fellow with my gun could have been a sneak thief as well.” “Of course. So you got this one? There were three. They shot old Hank, the shotgun guard, off the seat without giving him a chance.” | “Do you know this one? I’ve seen him in the gulch. In the Pheasant last night, if !'m not mistaken.” Haraway nodded and absently began packing his ‘pipe. The three passengers stood in silence. “It's Newt Thurby, one of Bud Bailey's men, Tex. I thought there was something familiar about him, even though his voice was a little disguised when he yelled at me to lift the lines.” “And the other two?” “No, I didn't recognize them,” was the low reply. Burnett bent and removed the man’s pistol from the sheath. He noted the one shot fired from the chamber next to the ham- comicbooks.com