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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 81 “Don't talk like that!” cried out the man in the cell. “Let me outa here, Marshal! I can prove thet hoss I was ridin’—” “Shut up!” Bothwell snapped at him. “I gotta think.” “Don't do it,” snarled back the frightened prisoner. “It might bust yore skull!” Carriker looked at Tex. “Suppose we get Pearson up here and see what he has to say?” he suggested. “By all means.” “All right, Howard. Hit down there fast to the Pound and’ get Pearson. Don't let on we got this Bumett here. We wouldn't have a chance against that mob if they found out.” Howard stepped to the doorway, then tured. “You won't have to go after him,” he announced. “He’s comin’ on the run. So is Lily Owens. Somethin’s shore busted loose down there. The mob’s breakin’ up. There goes Curley with the stage to the wagon yard.” He came back in again and took down a double-barrelled shot- gun off the wall. He snapped open the breech, noted the loads, took a handful of cartridges from an open box on a shelf, stuffed them into a pocket, and slung the gun over one arm. “I'd better go down,” he said. Pearson put in an appearance, panting a little. He saw Tex and then spoke to Carriker. “They've broken, Marshal. We'd hardly got Newt Thurby’s body in plain view before some of them headed for Bailey’s cabin.” Chapter Seventeen ARRIKER STEPPED to the doorway and looked. It was true. Nearly two hundred men were moving, some at a trot. A shot broke out, high-pitched. A rifle. Then another and another. comicbooks.com