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88 i ‘eeu DICK. Sarai Sil} 2 ; Grouching: over him he placed one: Bhates upon each arm just: below’ the elbow, while he sut heavily upon the pit of the outlaw’s stomach: Keedy glared with astonished fury at the: man: whom he thought he bad outwitted so cunninely, and avho was now as sober as though he had never touched & dxop of liquor in his life. He was puzzled and attempted ito cry wut, but only a faint, busky gurgle was heard through the vice-like grasp up- on iis ‘throat. ne ear to - en a to turn black in the face, § , Noting this, Wulf allowed ia to gota little breath, but then closed his: grip as he removed (one of dis'shoes, and pulling off a not over-clean woollen sock, doubled it wp and thrust it into the gaping mouth of the outlaw. » oi Then still holding itin ‘place, he produced a large hand- kerchief:and bound it tighUy over the unique gag Then as he proceeded. to bind his captive with the cord that hod been intended to serve him in: the same manrer, he spoke: » “?Tain’t ans overly nice thing to. chaw*on, TI eonsait, bat ’twill answer the puppose’s well ’s any other. Hat ha! com- rade, it s’prises you to’see.“Squatter Dick, the swamp sucker” turned to a: Dutcher, does it? Wal, I don’t won- der,” he resumed, a8 he ticd: the last knot, then arising he turned the bolt to fasten the door. “ Tt’s best to be sartin, and I don’t) want no visitors afore Im through with you. T’vé got a liitle story to tell you; one thet 7Il explain why I greened oS — 80,” ae & seat beside the bewildered brigand. - qiseedt +3 _“ Some few days gone. by—"jest. how many pape: you can gness—somebody burned down any: shavty an’ killed both: my motlier-an’ sister Sally. Wal, 1 buried ’em an’ swore to hey revingé: on the hellions as did it. Can on ~. me whar'l'n find ’em ?” A negative shakeof the head hin’ the spines answer. “Ob ye cain’tjeh Wal, I ean tell you. »’Twas the Keedy tesithesh did it.) Lay still, vow infarnal sneakin’ sarpint you ?’ he hissed, pushing Luke’s head back as be'strove to arise. - «* You cain’t get loose, so don't try., Yes, ’twar, you an’ y’ur brothers as did it, an’ I swored to hunt "em down an’ kill "em like dogs. I’ve made one mark 4’ready, an’ "Il soon comiclooks.com