Naw, I'd no idee Belllounds blamed thet stealin' on to any one." "He did." "Ahuh! Wal, who's this Wils Moore ?" "He's a cowboy, as fine a youngster as ever straddled a horse.

Buster Jack hates him.

He licked Jack a couple of times an' won the love of a girl that Jack wants." "Ho! Ho! Quite romantic, I declare....

Say, thar's some damn queer notions I'm gettin' about you, Buster Jack." Belllounds lay propped against the wall, sagging there, laboring of chest, sweating of face.

The boldness of brow held, because it was fixed, but that of his eyes had gone; and his mouth and chin showed craven weakness.