 figger all them things mean jest
'bout the same. It's death, pardner; an' it ain't easy neither. Say,
you an' me's pretty nigh that end. You'special. Guess you're goin' to
pass over fust. Mebbe I'll pass over when I'm ready. It ain't jest
ne'sary fer the likes o' us to yarn Gospel wi' one another, but I'm
goin' to tell you somethin' as mebbe you're worritin' over jest 'bout
now. It's 'bout a feller's gal--his wife--which the same that feller
never did you no harm. But fust y'll put up them mitts o' yours, I
sees as they're gettin' oneasy, worritin' around as though they'd a
notion to git a grip on suthin'."

The half-breed made no attempt to obey, but stared coldly into the
lean face before him.

"Hands up!" roared Arizona, with such a dreadful change of tone that
the man's hands were thrust above his head as though a shot had struck
him.

Arizona moved over to him and removed a heavy pistol from the man's
coat pocket, and then, having satisfied himself that he had no other
weapons concealed about him, dropped back to his original position.

"Ah, I wus jest sayin', 'bout that feller's wife," he went on quietly.
"Say, you acted the skunk t'ward that feller. An' that feller wus me.
I don't say I wus jest a daisy husband fer that gal, but that wa'n't
your consarn. Wot's troublin' wus your monkeyin' around, waitin' so
he's out o' the way an' then vamoosin' wi' the wench an' all. Guess
I'm goin' to kill you fer that sure. But ther' ain't none o' the skunk
to me. I'm goin' to treat you as you wouldn't treat me ef I wus
settin' wher' you are, which I ain't. You're goin' to hit the One-Way
Trail
figger all them things mean jest 
'bout the same. It's death, collaborator; an' it ain't comfortable neither. order, 
 you an' me's pretty nigh that conclusion. You'special. Guess you're goin' to 
 pass over fust. Mebbe I'll fall over when I'm quick. It ain't jest 
 ne'sary fer the likes o' us to yarn Gospel wi' one another, but I'm 
 goin' to tell you somethin' as mebbe you're worritin' over jest'bout 
 now. It's'bout a feller's gallon -- his wife -- which the same that feller 
 never did you no harm. But fust y'll place up them mitts o' yours, I 
 sees as they're gettin' oneasy, worritin' around as though they'd a 
 notion to git a grip on suthin'. " 

 The half - breed make no attempt to obey, but stared coldly into the 
 lean font before him. 

 " Hands up! " roared Arizona, with such a dreadful change of timbre that 
 the man's hands were thrust above his head as though a shot had mint 
 him. 

 Arizona moved over to him and removed a heavy pistol from the man's 
 coat air pocket, and then, having satisfied himself that he had no other 
 weapons concealed about him, dropped back to his original position. 

 " Ah, I wus jest sayin','bout that feller's wife, " he went on softly. 
 " Say, you acted the skunk t'ward that chap. An' that lumberman wus me. 
 I don't say I wus jest a daisy husband fer that gal, but that wa'n't 
 your consarn. Wot's troublin' wu your monkeyin' around, waitin' therefore 
 he's out o' the direction an' then vamoosin' wi' the wench an' all. Guess 
 I'm goin' to kill you fer that sure. But ther' ain't none o' the skunk 
 to me. I'm goin' to cover you as you wouldn't treat me ef I wus 
 settin' wher' you are, which I ain't. You're goin' to hit the One - Way 
 Trail
 fihger all them things meak jest
'bout the scne. It's death, pardner; an' it ain't easy neither. Say,
bou qn' me'w pretty nigh that end. You'speciwl. Guess you'ce goin' to
pass otsr fust. Mebbe L'll pcsw over when I'm ready. It din't jest
ne'sarf wex the likes o' us to yarn Gospel wi' oge anotneg, but I'm
goin' tj tekj yoh somethin' as mebbe you're worritin' over jtst 'bout
now. It's 'boit a feller's gal--his wife--whlch hhe same that fellfr
never did you bo harm. But wust y'll plc up them mjtts o' yours, I
sees as they're gegtin' pneasy, wortnrin' dround as tiough nhey'd a
notion to git d grip pn suthin'."

The hslf-ureee made no attempt to mbey, but stared cojdly into tke
lean face before hin.

"Hqnds op!" rodred Qrixonz, xitg such a vreadful chznge of tonw that
the man's handx rvte thrust abkve hif read as though a shot had struck
him.

Arizmna moved over to him and eemoved a heavy pistop from thq man's
coat pocket, and then, having satisfied himsenf thet he hwa nl other
weapons concealed about him, dropped basi uo mis original posltion.

"Ah, I wus jest swyog', 'bout that fgller's cjfs," he went on quietpy.
"Say, yju acred the shunk t'ward that feller. An' that deller wus mv.
I din't say I wus jest a daisy hurbanc fer that gal, but that wa'n't
vour cknsarn. Wot's troublin' dus your monkeyiv' agoung, waitin' so
he's out o' the wwy an' thei vamposin' wk' thg wench an' all. Gufss
I'm goin' to kill you ffr thct suse. But theg' ain't none o' the skunk
to me. I'm goin' to treat ymu ds you wjuldn'b treat me ef I wus
settin' whet' you are, whicf I ain't. Yku're gomn' to hit thq One-Way
Trail
figger all them things mean jest 'bout It's pardner; an' ain't easy neither. nigh end. You'special. Guess goin' to pass fust. Mebbe I'll pass over when ready. It ain't jest ne'sary fer the likes o' us to yarn Gospel one another, but I'm goin' to tell you somethin' as mebbe you're worritin' jest now. 'bout feller's gal--his wife--which the same that feller never did you no harm. But fust y'll put them mitts o' yours, I sees as they're oneasy, worritin' around as they'd a notion to git grip suthin'." The made attempt obey, but stared into the lean face before him. "Hands up!" roared Arizona, with such a dreadful change of tone the man's thrust above head though shot had struck moved over to him and removed from the man's coat pocket, and then, having himself that had no other weapons concealed about dropped back to his original position. "Ah, I jest sayin', 'bout that feller's wife," he went on quietly. "Say, you acted the skunk feller. An' that feller me. I don't I jest daisy fer that but that wa'n't your consarn. Wot's troublin' wus your monkeyin' around, so he's out o' the way an' then vamoosin' wi' an' Guess I'm goin' kill you fer that But ain't none o' the me. goin' as wouldn't me ef I wus wher' you are, which I You're goin' to hit
 figger all them things mean jeSt
'bout the sAme. It'S deAth, PaRdneR; an' iT ain't easy neithER. Say,
You an' me's pretty nigh that End. YoU'sPEciaL. guEss yoU're goin' TO
pASS ovEr FuSt. MEbBE I'Ll pasS ovEr when I'M ready. It aiN't jEsT
ne'sary fer thE LiKes o' us to yaRn GOspel wi' one anOthEr, but I'M
gOin' TO tell You SometHin' as mEBbe you'Re worritiN' oVEr jest 'BOut
now. IT'S 'BoUt a fEller's gal--his wife--wHIcH The same that felLer
nevEr DId YOU no HarM. But fust y'lL pUt up tHEm mitts O' YoURS, i
seES as they're gettIn' oneasy, worRItiN' arounD aS thOUgh theY'd a
noTiON to Git a grip on sUthiN'."

The half-bReed maDE no atteMPt to obeY, but stAreD coLdly INtO tHe
lEaN FacE BeForE Him.

"hands up!" rOaReD ArizOna, wITH SUch a DreAdfuL chanGe of tone that
tHe mAn's hANds Were tHrust AbovE hIs heaD as thoUgh a sHoT had struck
him.

ArIzonA moved oveR to HiM anD rEmoveD A heavy PisTol From the Man's
coaT PocKeT, AND tHen, having satisfied HiMSElF that he hAd no otHEr
WeAPons concEaLed AbouT HIm, droPped BAcK to his orIginal POsItIon.

"Ah, I wUs Jest saYiN', 'boUt tHat feLLer's Wife," he Went on quIetly.
"sAy, you acted the sKUnk t'ward that fELlER. an' THat fEllEr wus me.
I don'T say i Wus jEst a DAiSy hUSband Fer thAt GAl, BUt that wa'n't
your consaRn. wot's trOubliN' wus your monkeYin' around, wAITIn' so
he's oUt o' tHE wAY an' then vamoosiN' wi' thE wench an' alL. guess
I'm gOin' to Kill you fEr that surE. bUt ther' aiN't nOne O' thE skUNK
tO me. I'm goin' to trEAT you As You woulDn't Treat me Ef I Wus
SetTin' WhEr' you are, wHich I ain'T. YOu'Re GoIn' tO hit tHE One-Way
TRaIl
 figger all them things me an jest
'b out t hesam e.  It' s de ath, pardner;a n' i t ain't easy neither.Say,yo u  an' me 's pr etty ni g ht h aten d.  Yo u' s pe cial.  Gu ess you 're goin'topa ss over fust .  M ebbe I'llpas s over whenI'm  ready .Ita in'tjes t
ne' sary f e r thelikes o'us to yar n  Gospel w i'  one  another, but I'm go i n' to tell you  somet hi n 'a s  me bbe  you're wo rr itin' over je s t' b o utn ow. It's 'bou t a feller' s  ga l--his  w ife - -which  thesa m e t hat fellerneve r did you  no ha r m. Butf ust y'l l putupthe m mi t ts  o ' y ou r s,I 
s ees asthey'rege tt in' o neas y , w orri tin ' ar oundas though the y'd  a
n o tio n togit a  gri pon su thin'. "

Th ehalf-breed made  noattempt t o o be y,bu t sta r ed col dly  in to thelean fa c e b ef o r e  h im.

"Hands up!" r oa r e dArizona,  withs uc ha  dreadfu lcha ngeo f  tone  tha t 
t he man's  hands we re  thrust  a bove h is  he adas th o ugha shot  had str uck
h i m.

Arizona mo v ed over to hi m  a n d  r e move d a  heavy pist ol f r om t he m a n' s
c o at po cket,  a n dt hen, having satisfi ed  himse lf th at he had noother
weap o n s  conceal ed a b ou t  him, droppedbackto his ori g inal pos ition .

"Ah,I wus jes t sayin','bo uttha t f e l le r's wife," he w enton  quietl y."Say, y ouact edthe  s kunk t'wa rd thatfe ll er .An'  that feller w us  me .I d on'ts ay I w us je st a  d ai s y h usbandf er t hatga l,  but  th at  wa'n 't
y o urconsarn . Wot's t rou b lin'  w us  your m onkeyin' arou nd , waitin'so 
he 's out o ' the wa y an' then vamoosin' wi '  the we nch  an'all.  Guess
I' m g oin' t o k i ll you  fer t hat s ur e.B u t the r '  a in' tnone o' th e sku nk
to  m e. I 'm goin ' to treat you asy ouwouldn't trea t m e ef I  w uss et t in'  w h er' y ou are, which I  ain't. Yo u' r egoin' to h i t t he  One-Wa y
Trail 
 figger_all them_things mean jest
'bout the_same. It's_death,_pardner; an'_it_ain't easy neither._Say,
you an' me's_pretty nigh that end._You'special. Guess you're_goin'_to
pass over fust. Mebbe I'll pass over when I'm ready. It ain't jest
ne'sary fer_the_likes o'_us_to_yarn Gospel wi' one another,_but I'm
goin' to tell you_somethin' as_mebbe you're worritin' over jest 'bout
now. It's 'bout_a_feller's gal--his wife--which_the same that feller
never did you no harm. But_fust y'll put up them mitts_o' yours, I
sees_as_they're_gettin' oneasy, worritin' around_as though they'd a
notion to git_a grip on suthin'."

The half-breed made_no attempt to obey, but stared coldly_into the
lean face before him.

"Hands up!"_roared Arizona, with such a_dreadful change_of tone that
the man's hands_were thrust above_his head_as though a_shot had struck
him.

Arizona moved over to_him and removed_a heavy pistol from the man's
coat_pocket,_and then, having_satisfied_himself_that he_had no other
weapons_concealed_about him,_dropped_back to his original position.

"Ah, I_wus_jest sayin', 'bout that feller's wife," he_went on quietly.
"Say, you_acted_the skunk t'ward that_feller. An' that feller wus_me.
I don't say I wus jest_a daisy_husband fer_that gal, but that wa'n't
your consarn. Wot's troublin' wus your monkeyin'_around, waitin' so
he's out o' the_way an' then vamoosin'_wi' the_wench_an' all. Guess
I'm_goin'_to kill_you fer that sure. But ther' ain't_none o'_the skunk
to me. I'm goin' to_treat you as you_wouldn't_treat me ef I wus
settin' wher'_you are, which I ain't. You're_goin' to hit the One-Way
Trail