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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 79 He moved closer to them, still wary. Howard was just young enough to try bucking a stacked deck. He was dangerous an Tex knew it. “I suppose youll be saying next that it wasn’t your gun?” Howard asked quietly. Tex shook his head. “It was my gun. Have you got it?” “Yes,” cut in a brittle voice from the doorway in back of him. “No, don't move, Burnett, or I'll blast you! Stand still!” Tex turned slowly, careful to make no false move, cursing him- self for not having kept his back clear of the doorway. Only one chance in a hundred would have brought Carriker back to the office at a time when the mob was going into action; Tex had been too sure of himself, The day marshal came in. He had a big pistol in his right hand and a sullen-looking miner by the scruff of the neck with the other hand. Howard was laughing softly. “Yep, we've got your gun, he said, and beckoned to the prisoner. At the same time he came forward from behind and slipped the .44 from Tex’s sheath. “Sure, we got your gun—right here in. my hand... son.” “Get over there against that cell,” Carriker ordered, motion- ing with his gin. Bothwell had risen, his tired, sweaty feet for- gotten. IIe reached into a drawer built below the table and brought out the weapon. Then he looked at the day man. “He admitted it was his,” he said in a tone of finality. Both- well was a yood marshal of the burly type; ideal for handling drunks and fighting men. But it was obvious he wasn't too long on head work. Carriker was. “Anything you want to say before we lock you up?” he in- quired. “Not that itll do you any good.”, “Quite a bit,” Burnett replied quietly. “First, unload that right- hand gun you took vif me and hand it back. I want to prove some- ihimg.” The three marshals were looking at each other uncertainly. hey also were looking at the two apparently identical guns. othwell glanced at Carriker, then toward Howard. Carriker nodded to Howard. “Unload it,” he said. Howard stepped to the table and, one by one, punched out the comicbooks.com