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He had no need to ask to whom she was referring. "Can't be done.
Good qualities bulge out all over him, but they don't count for
anything. 'Unstable as water.' That's what's the matter with him.
He is the slave of his own whims. Hence he is only the splendid
wreck of a man, full of all kinds of rich outcropping pay-ore
that pinch out when you try to work them. They don't raise men
gamer, but that only makes him a more dangerous foe to society.
Same with his loyalty and his brilliancy. He's got a haid on him
that works like they say old J. E. B. Stuart's did. He would run
into a hundred traps, but somehow he always worked his men out of
them. That's Leroy, too. If he had been an ordinary criminal he
would have been rounded up years ago. It's his audacity, his iron
nerve, his ,good horse-sense judgment that saves his skin. But
he's ce'tainly up against it at last."
"You think Sheriff Forbes will capture him?"
He laughed. "I think it more likely he'll capture Forbes. But we
know now where he hangs out, and who he is. He has always been a
mystery till now. The mystery is solved, and unless he strikes
out for Sonora, Leroy is as good as a dead man.
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