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90 WILLIAM HOPSON like—why, it’s like meetin’ a stranger. Lil's going to get the sur- prise of her life when she sees you without them whiskers.” “She'll still remember me as I was when her mother was with us. That is, the little time I spent home. I didn’t wear a beard then.” “Come on back to that damned crack!” Bud Bailey roared at Lance, “Get ready to get them guns workin’ again. We're already outa water an’ the shells are “most gone. Maybe we can make a deal with them,” he added hopefully. “Ha, ha,” laughed Sandy at the wounded Upjohn. “It’s your turn to laugh at that one, Up.” They waited, crouched and peering through cracks and knot- holes. | “Bailey!” called Harlan Pearson’s far-reaching voice. “Bailey!” “What do you want?” Bud Bailey roared back. “Come out with your hands up and surrender. Throw your guns out the window and give up. We'll give you a fair trial.” “With two or three dead men layin’ out there?” yelled back the gunman. “A heck of a fair trial we'd git! If you want us, come in after us. We're not making rope meat today.” The north end of the building was the stoutest, and as the firing continued on past noon and into early afternoon five men began crawling toward the north end of the building. Back of them two men with double barrel shotguns methodically fired through the open window, one reloading while the second put a charge of shot through with methodical precision. It was death for anyone inside to raise his head to try for a return shot. Four of the crawling men also bore shotguns. The fifth carried a two-gallon can of kerosene, the top of which had been cut out. The four, covered by the two further back, began a fusillade and, beneath it, the man with the kerosene ran forward. He came up alongside the north wall and began sloshing kerosene over the boards. He threw the Jast of the contents of the can beneath the floor, lit a match, then tuned and sprinted for cover. The flames began licking up. Smoke boiled past the open win- dow, and the defenders knew it was the end. Bailey tore open the window and leaped out, empty guns in his hands, hoping to get at somebody or make them shoot him down. But he had reckoned without the nerve and determination comicbooks.com