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The Trail of the White Mule

CHAPTER TEN
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I've been going it alone.
Nine-tenths of these birds that are eager to throw in with yuh thinks that fifty-fifty means you do the work and they take the jack.

I'm plumb fed upon them pardnerships.

But if you didn't have your jack stored away--a hull mountain of it, I reckon--I'd invite yuh to set into the game with me; I sure would." Casey spat into the dark beside the car.

"They's never a pile so big a feller ain't willin' to make it bigger," he replied sententiously.
"Fer, as I'm concerned, Casey's never backed up from a dollar yet.

But I ain't no wild colt no more, runnin' loose an' never a halter mark on me.


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