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The Argument.
Up the street two hundred yards from the Houston House Skinny and Pete lay hidden behind a bowlder.

Three hundred yards on the other side of the hotel Johnny and Billy were stretched out in an arroyo.

Buck was lying down now, and Hopalong, from his position in the barn belonging to the hotel, was methodically dropping the horses of the besieged, a job he hated as much as he hated poison.

The corral was their death trap.
Red and Lanky were emitting clouds of smoke from behind the store, immediately across the street from the barroom.