The trial comes off next week at Kremmlin'." "Damn me!" exclaimed Folsom, wonderingly.

"A man's never too old to learn! I knowed this pup was stealin' from his own father, but I reckoned he was jest a natural-born, honest rustler, with a hunch fer drink an' cards." "Well, he's double-crossed you, Cap.

An' if I hadn't rounded you up your chances would have been good for swingin'." "Ahuh! Wade, I'd sure preferred them chances of swingin' to your over-kind interferin' in my bizness.

Allus interferin', Wade, thet's your weakness!...

But gimmie a gun!" "I reckon not, Cap." "Gimme a gun!" roared the rustler.