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A SPECIALIST IN "HONOR".
"Sir! Stop it, I tell you," quivered Duff, again stepping to the front.
"These young hounds shan't die until I've made them apologize for every insulting word they've said to me." "Fine!" glowed Tom with enthusiasm.
"Great!" "What ails you now, Reade ?" demanded Duff, his face again darkening.
"You've just promised us that we shall live forever," returned Tom dryly.
Then he added, with a sigh: "But I suppose that's only another lie--another specimen of a gambler's honor." "Stand aside, Bodson! Moore, you get out of the way!" snarled the gambler, his anger again depriving him of all reason.

"I'll have my way with these young hounds before we string 'em up." "Let me at 'em!" implored Ashby, fingering his shotgun nervously.

"Get out of my way.

I don't want to pepper anyone else." But Bodson and Moore, bad as they were some respects, stood their ground.
"Are you going to let us at them ?" insisted Duff, his voice now broken and harsh from anger.
"Not for the purpose of bullying them!" insisted Rafe, without moving.
"Jeff, you're with me, aren't you ?" "Right by your side, pardner." "Come on, then, boys!" called Duff, the note of rally in his tone.