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Raine, William MacLeod, 1871-1954

"Bucky O'Connor"

"
"But why?"
"Because, Miss Mackenzie, the money we took from the express car
of the Limited is hidden here, and I don't know where it is;
because the sun won't ever rise on a day when Val Collins will
drive me out of Arizona."
"I don't know what you mean about the money, but you must let him
go. You spoke of a service I had done you. This is my pay."
"To turn him loose to hunt us down?"
"He'll not trouble you if you let him go."
A sardonic smile touched his face. "A lot you know of him. He
thinks it his duty to rid the earth of vermin like us. He'd never
let up till he got us or we got him. Well, we've got him now,
good and plenty. He took his chances, didn't he? It isn't as if
he didn't know what he was up against. He'll tell you himself
it's a square deal. He's game, and he won't squeal because we win
and he has to pay forfeit."
The girl wrung her hands despairingly.
"It's his life or mine--and not only mine, but my men's,"
continued the outlaw. "Would you turn a wolf loose from your
sheep pen to lead the pack to the kill?"
"But if he were to promise "
"We're not talking about the ordinary man--he'd promise anything
and lie to-morrow.


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